Walking on a Star Unkown

Yurel Dazkar, Warrior of Light. Affiliated with Isola Radiale. Newcomer housed in Condo 470 of the Archimedes Ward.

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shadowbringcr·:

            A landscape of endless gloom, a sky enveloped by a grey fog. Claws of deepest shadow creep in from the edges of your vision. Even the very ground you stand upon belies not the welcoming scent of soil – it is of black rock, veins of glowing red pulsing inbetween its crevices.

            Dreams were rarely welcoming, plagued with failures and deaths of the past. Yet this is different on its own, for it is no vision of memory’s past. Was this even a dream? You do not even remember the scant moments that passed before, only the sensation of being pulled beneath the earth.

            The strange curse placed upon you still exists in this strange plane – a frame more slender than what you are used to, yet in possession of great strength to wield the greatsword before you. The reflection of its blade shines: Trimmed purple locks, and scarlet eyes that can pierce the night. If you dig deep, if you listen, you will find the powers of darkness running through your veins: this power is yours to take, if you should decide to wield it.

            Yet not all of shadow shall bend to your command. Take care on where you stand upon: these claws are not of friendly hands. One false move, and they will root you immobile to the unknown horrors that shall come to pass.

            In this hallowed landscape a voice echoes – did it belong toa man or a woman? You cannot tell. It hisses out a threat, as sharp as theedges of broken crystal.

            “ You are not welcome here. Fade away to oblivion, and return her to her rightful place. ”

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     It wouldn’t be the first time he awoke in a strange place - in fact, in recent memory, that seems to be the only kind of place he tends to wake up at. With no memory of the moments before, the consciousness comes about in a lonely void.

    His body is not his own, but its eyes burn as bright as his do. Down to its core, this body is built of different material, kept together by a different kind of force. It wouldn’t be the first time for this kind of experience either, as the Echo pulls one out of their body and into the past at times. Something tells him however, this is not the doing of the Echo.

    The situation calls for care and caution, but haste at the same time. In an unfamiliar place, in an unfamiliar body, what is a person to do? A warning comes, from an unknown entity, somewhere out of sight. Their voice harsh, their words harsher, the message grates on Yurel’s ears. 

   “I assure you I am not here by choice, and I would love nothing more than to be returned to my own body and see the owner of this one returned.”

    He closes his eyes and listens. Everything sounds...weird. More intense and yet less clear than what he’s used too. He tries to take a step forward, but the balance feels off a bit. Not everyone has a tail and horns, and he’s certainly not feeling in the best of shapes without his.

    “I do not know you, but you seem to care for the owner of this body. I don’t want to bring harm to it, so please, help me. Until I find a way to bring its owner back into it, guide me in this landscape.”

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riseabovedespair‌:

SS: I heard they do some requests, yes. SS: Do you think they’d do otters? Do otters even exist on this star? SS: I’m on my way as well, so I’ll see you soon. SS: ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

Stuffing her hands back into the warmth of her sweater pockets, she makes her way onward, heavy boots thudding quietly along the meticulously laid out pathways. It was a peaceful walk in the evening; a world of difference from the sudden chaos that had erupted not too long ago.

She reigns her thoughts in before they go too far, choosing to focus instead on how she’s looking forward to a hot drink in good company on such a cold day. Getting to the meeting point, she looks around for Yurel, only to be distracted by gently falling snow, a smile finding its way to her lips; as cold as it means it gets, she really does love how beautiful it looks out when its snowing.

Walking along the cold streets of Spirale in the quiet of a winter evening is quite calming, if uncomfortable due to the drop in temperature. As he makes his way towards the appointed place, Yurel’s phone gives off a few buzzes, breaking the silence that kept him company.

YD: I hope they do do otters! ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ I love otters! YD: I am hurrying along right now! ᕕ<( ᐛ )>ᕗ YD: Catch you in a moment! <( ဖ‿ဖ)>⫗<(စ‿စ )>

No later than a few minutes after sending the messages. Snowflakes falling slowly onto the pavement, one by one. Quietly and beautifully, they reach the ground and slowly melt away.

It doesn’t take much longer for Yurel to get to where Shino is waiting.  Seeing her distracted by the falling snow with a warm smile on her face, he approaches as sneakily as he can, greeting her with a gentle tap on one of her horns. He beams a big smile of his own at her, for when she turns around.  

“Hey there! I didn’t expect you to stay out in the cold. It’s best we head in, we’ll freeze if we stay here too long.”

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riseabovedespair·:

Cold days are perfect for curling up with a good book, which is exactly what Shino had opted to do before the sound of incoming messages draws her out from the words on the pages. She reaches for her phone and sees a familiar name, and she slides a bookmark into the book, setting it aside before she types out a reply.

SS: Hey. Coffee, huh. SS: Well I’ve heard of a place in the Golden Ward that they say does really cute drawings on the coffee with the milk. SS: Perhaps that would be a nice place to take a break? SS: We could meet at the entrance of the Gourmet Boulevard.

There’s a slightly longer pause before the next message.

SS: （*＾＾*)

Having sent her response, she leaves the phone at her desk and pulls out a random set of clothing to wear, pulling on a warm and fluffy woolen sweater that she bought in anticipation of the cold weather, allowing Yurel some time to confirm their plans before heading out to their decided meeting point.

He’d just picked out the outfit - a long, fur-lined coat, thick pants, high boots, and a pair of thick woolen gloves, all in semi-mismatched colours that somehow didn’t look too unpleasant - when the buzz and ringing of his phone beckoned him from the other side of the room. He’s quick to get to it, and quicker still to reply.

YD: Sounds great! I’ve never seen drawings on coffee!  <(  ◕ヮ◕)> YD: I want to see! Do you think they take requests? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) YD: Anyways, I’ll be there! See you soon! <(๑O◡<๑)>

Clothes on, doors locked, he heads out into the dusky outside. Being accustomed to warmer climates certainly makes it a bit harder as he shivers his way down the streets towards the Gourment Boulevard. It seems like the only things keeping him warm are the thoughts of getting a warm drink down his throat and the fact he's about to see a friendly face.

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((Hey I need to get back into the swing of things so if anyone would like  a starter please like this post. I’ll write something for the first 3 people definitely, and up to the next 3 if I don’t burn my brain by that time. Might be selective if I don’t know of the character but I promise to read up! Also feel free to include if you’d like a longer or shorter starter in a comment. If there’s a preference, that is.))

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@riseabovedespair​ It was a cold, cold evening, or perhaps an afternoon. It gets dark outside much earlier than what he was used to.  Not only was it cold and dark, it was pretty lonely too. Yurel pulled out his phone and picked the most recent contact. Shino, huh, it’s been a bit since they last saw each other in person and quite a lot has happened in the city. He sends a few messages, within seconds of each other.

YD: Hey <( ^ ~ ^)> YD: It’s cold and I’m in the mood for something warm. Do you know any place with good coffee? <( ? ~?)> YD: We could meet there? Or I could bring you some? It’s fine if you’re busy though. ( ง  '̀͜ '́  )ง YD: I mean, I’ll still go get whatever you recommend if you aren’t feeling like it, but the offer’s there! <(  ￣▽￣)> 

Yurel put his phone down on his bed and started shifting through whatever clothes he had for the heaviest coat he could find. Might as well get ready to leave in the meantime.

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Signal - What he sees

Yurel’s personal hellscape draws itself from two events that pushed him into being who he is. The Nadaam tournament that killed his parents and The Calamity that changed the world. Here’s some details:

The general landscape is that of a steppe, the hole in the center of the city sometimes feels like a massive lake with a bowl-like structure floating above it that can’t be reached.

He feels a lot smaller in relation to everything. All distance he covers is actually half of what he feels he’s covered.

Some buildings are replaced with tents, stone monuments or just hills.

The buildings that aren’t replaced are, mostly, on fire and partially destroyed

There noise chasing him takes the form of soldiers, helmeted swordsmen, faceless axemen, masked fistfighters. They move in groups that seem joined into one mass of flesh when looked at up close.

The sky is permanently stained red, from the light of an artifical moon hovering very close to the city.

Said moon falls apart every now and then, with the debris landing just far enough to not be immediate danger, but just close enough to shake the ground when they leave a crater and create an incredibly loud sound.

Out the corner of his eye, he *swears* he can see a corpse on the ground. When he turns to it, it is no longer there. Sometimes it seems like it’s moving.

Nevertheless, he is here to help. He may have no proper weapon, he may have none of his abilities, but he’s got a sturdy enough body to keep you safe.

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“ Stay quiet! “ Having found a stranger on his run from the current state of the city, Morgan had managed to pull aside a stray stranger he had seen running from what knows else he hadn’t seen. By the speed he was doing so, he didn’t want to figure out what it was. As the two stayed huddled by a corner, Morgan made sure to keep him quiet as a generator floated behind them, humming as it suspended itself in the air via a small propeller. He looked back at the man, realizing the considerably height difference, partially impressed with the fact he managed to drag him around a corner. 

“ That thing.. once it senses danger in its proximity, we’re going to be dealing with a rather difficult foe.. so we’d best stay quiet and move only when necessary..! “ Despite the want to ask him about just who they were and the fact they looked oddly familiar in a sense, he had to ignore the ringing in the back of his mind for both their sake. Because fighting something like that, now of all times, would be IMMEDIATE trouble. 

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“Ohthisisbadthisisbadthisisbadthisisbad” looped on in his mind endlessly as a ghostlike swarm of warriors gave chase after him. As he passes what looks like a hill to him, someone drags him by the arm and pulls him to the floor. Someone much shorter, but yet again an oddly familiar stranger. He mentions something dangerous, but nothing seems to be around the corner anymore, not even what was chasing him mere seconds ago. In any case, introductions might have to wait. In a hushed tone, he gets out as much as he can in hopes whatever the other was talking about doesn’t notice him.

“I have no idea what thing you’re talking about, I must’ve missed it when I was running away from my problems. Either way, we either start running now, or hope we can hide from both. Push comes to shove, I can take a few blows for you if you need time, but I’m terribly underequipped to handle anything major.” Yurel pulls his duct-taped, provisional “gunblade” off his back, more of a whacking stick with a firing mechanism, and shows it to his new companion. “See? Terribly underequipped.”

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shadowbringcr‌:

            Crimson eyes narrowed at him. Amicability dissipated in place of utter indignation. Has he realized what he has done? “ You’ve used this while it was broken, haven’t you? ”

            Foolishness.

            The urge to reach out for it was palpable – she could have, she should have. End this all, before it grows too dangerous, before this man becomes a danger to people other than himself. It would have been so easy for her, to snatch it out of clutches and devour that darkness. Take all of it, claim it as your own. You’re strong enough to overwhelm it with your power.

            But if she did it, he would never find the peace he was searching for. And so she stayed her hand.

            Foolishness.

            Not yet. There are other avenues to pursue, but they must needs act quickly. “ We don’t have much time. Listen to my instructions well. Close your eyes, turn all of your focus towards it. Breathe deep through your nose ─ let the air fill your lungs, then let it pass from your lips. ”

            This is risky. There was no guarantee that he would be able to contain the darkness on his own. If it fails, then she would have no choice but to do what she must. But she has her faith: he could do it. And if he didn’t, after all the trials and tribulations he has faced, then he was never deserving of the title of ‘ Warrior of Light ’ in the first place.

            Her tone was urgent. Lycelle can lecture upon his misuse of the soulstone later. “ Slower, slower… Listen to the voice. Listen to your heartbeat… ”

   Her scorn feels like daggers in his ears and heart, though at this point that might just be his body trying to get him to run away. The closer she gets, the more his soul tries to pull him back. The time for caution seems long past as they both hurry to resolve this mess.

    It’s hard to calm down. Incredibly so, as the burning fails to cease. But to focus? That, he can do. Stare at the dark flame in his hand, take it in with his mind and lungs. Finally, Finally, Finally, the voices echo in his head. But he heeds the words of his would-be saviour. “I hope you know what you’re making me do. For mine and your sakes both.”

    He listens. He closes his eyes and listens. Hear. Feel. Think. Serve. Save. Slay. Like a mantra in his head, the voices intertwine these six words. They’re familiar, but all warped. Like a heartbeat, they pulse. He opens his eyes for a brief moment, only to find himself enveloped in dark void. It’s warm and comforting but somehow lonely. He walks around for a bit, trying to find any marker, anything to ground himself, but there’s nothing and no one.

   It starts to grow colder and colder as time passes. He cries out for help, but he can’t even hear his own words. Only the one singular voice of his old friend. Hear. Feel. Think. Serve. Save. Slay.  There is naught in this void but the torment of the voice and the cold loneliness of the inside of the crystal anymore.

   “I’ve gone and got myself trapped. Wonderful. I suppose I should’ve asked for details before plunging right in. Here’s to hoping she can get me out of here somehow.”

   What happens in his mind, however, is quite the opposite to what his body goes through. As Yurel closes his eyes, dark flames overlap his entire body before being absorbed back into the crystal. His eyes open, both aflame, before closing yet again as his body collapses forward motionless.

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riseabovedespair·:

Not having quite expected such excitement at the prospect of the markets, the Xaela’s reactions come as a pleasant surprise, and his attempt to restrain himself draws out a deep, bubbling laugh from the normally reserved Raen. It stands in stark contrast to the shift in moods at his reaction to the news of Emet-Selch.

The sound of his hands slapping the side of his face takes her by surprise, and she returns his forced smile with what she hopes is a reassuring one, nodding at his suggestion to continue this line of conversation elsewhere.

“That is not a bad consideration, and I’d be happy to continue this another time but—” She hesitates, brows furrowed as she recalls what she’s heard from others that she’s spoken with. Of friends whose memories of events were not always the same, a hint that the abilities of those who had gathered them here were able to slip through the grasp of time. “At the very least, I doubt this is a land of the dead, if that’s any comfort at all.”

By this point, they’ve nearly arrived at their destination. She pauses, takes a breath, and then looks back (up) at the other Au Ra, trying her best to brighten the mood with an encouraging smile. “At present, it seems we’re better off accepting the hands that we’ve been dealt, and getting you acquainted with the city would be a good start! This here is the Star Trail; there’s lots of dishes to try here, and ingredients if you happen to favour the culinary arts.” She gestures at the seemingly endless stretch of stalls that now lie before them.

Moving to a nearby store that sells some local meats on a skewer, Shino buys a bunch and hands some over to Yurel. “Consider this a welcome to this city.”

Yurel draws comfort from her words and tone of voice. She has a very calming presence. At least she’s confirmed he’s not dead, which is as big of a reassurance that things are going well as it can be. He follows her gesture with his eyes, which open wide in amazement at the vast expanse of stalls. He loses focus, but the smell of tasty treats snaps him back as Shino extends her hands with a set of skewers. “Oh. Oh thank you! I’d expected to just come here to browse. Thank you for the food! May I say I feel very welcome.”

Grabbing the skewers in his hands, Yurel bows energetically as a way of thanking Shino. One bite in, the taste is unfamiliar. A puzzled expression and thoughtful munching is all he can manage. Two bites in, it fills his mouth with warmth and flavour, his eyes shoot open in excitement. Three bites in, he starts thinking of how to repay her for this wonderful gift.

“Those are really, really good! Are those a favourite of yours or just something you picked up on a whim? Either way, thank you again! I’ll make sure to treat you to something as delicious if we ever drop by again!”

It’s not like he has the guarantee she’ll want to see him again, but it’s nice to think she might. It’s good to have something familiar in an unknown place, he thinks.  "Now... while we are still here. Have you ever had Steppe food? They might have something similar here, though I suppose those skewers already do the job quite well. Push comes to shove I’ll pick up some ingredients. I think my housing had a kitchen.”

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It was an odd feeling. Almost like staring into one’s reflection in water, with the threat of ripples from beneath it’s surface. They looked nothing alike, even as he watches him try the mask on. And as he offers it back to him, his face goes pale. His expression pensive. 

“’m only looking.” he mumbles, putting it back onto the wall. Covering his mouth a bit, he swallows the ginger in hopes it calms his stomach through the additional unease. 

As genuine as the other au’ri’s smile is, Dogen’s posture defensive. His eyes would tell different, wanting for an explanation. But wanting for companionship that understands. Having not seen hide nor hair of anyone he knew from the Source or otherwise yet. 

“A name doesn’t mean much t`those who have never heard it a’fore. Yet you seem familiar somehow. Who are you truly?” 

Yurel nods at his conversational companion’s mumbles. The Raen feels apprehensive to him, as if he was afraid of something. He swallows something. Medicine, perhaps? For an upset stomach? If he ever lets me cook for him, I’ll have to watch what I use.

In place of the expected introduction, the other asks questions. He figured another Au Ra would make fast friends, but he’ll humor him nonetheless. “Let’s see. I already told you my name, Yurel Dazkar. Most back home  would follow it by asking ‘The Warrior of Light?’ , so let me go out on a limb and assume you’re not from my Eorzea. I’d also wager you’re a Warrior of Light yourself. The familiarity you speak of might just be the Echo talking.”  

He follows his revelation with a series of nods and a self-satisfied grin. “Sorry if I’m the first one of us you met, I don’t really know much of our situation either, friend. Oh but it is nice to meet you! Come, let’s shake hands. I promise you we won’t absorb one another.”

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 riseabovedespair‌:

“Certainly, pardon my earlier distraction.” A light-hearted chuckle is her response as she acquiesces to his request, stepping to the side and gesturing for him to walk with her. “But where shall we begin? Are there any shops or locations you’d like to familiarise yourself with? Perhaps the markets, other housing districts, or the library?” She nods encouragingly as they amble along, awaiting his response before addressing his previous—and perhaps more pressing—query.

“Unfortunately, we have not yet figured out where this star lies, or how we crossed over. As for the who of it, besides Haedalyn’s chosen, it appears some of our allies are in the city as well, although in truth they might not be the ones we’re familiar with, given that they come from different stars as well.” There’s a wistful turn to her voice as she shares this information, thinking of her own beloved comrades back on her Eorzea.

“The phone you have…Supposedly the contacts listed are everyone in the city right now, so you’ll see many familiar names. And uh. Had—Emet-Selch. He’s here as well, and quite as disagreeable as ever.”

Where would he like to go, that’s a good question. He doesn’t know the place at all, but the suggestion of the markets piques his interest to a point where he couldn’t contain his excitement. “Yes! Those sound great, the markets! I would love to meet the traders of this place and see what other oddities I can find here.”  

When he catches himself in the midst of excitement, he stops for a moment to clear his throat, a bit embarassed at his own outburst. “I’d really like it if you could take me there, yes.” 

The air goes from lighthearted to serious when Shino recounts her experiences, however. So there are others he thought, not just warriors of light that came here.  Were any of them different? Were any of them his? It did make him wonder how they were all doing now. He hoped they were fine. He wanted to ponder for a bit longer, but his companion said something else that nearly swept him off his feet.

“Emet-Selch? Here? I see. After all that he’s done... he’s still hanging on. But that still doesn’t make sense. He’s supposed to be dead. I watched him fade. It doesn’t make sense unless...“

He doesn’t know what to feel. Confusion, regret, sadness - they all float through his head and he can’t make sense of any of them. It’s quite a revelation to hear from the first person you meet. He operates the phone’s contact book, scrolling through an endless list of otherworldly names. He notices a few familiar ones, but not too many.

“This place... could it be a land of the dead?” Of all worlds, not just ours’ like the Lifestream. Are... are you and I dead?” He closes his eyes for a moment and slaps the sides of his face to shake himself awake, leaving red marks on his cheeks. “It’s certainly not a dream, I can say that much.”   He tries to keep the facade up but it’s a lot of information to process at once. “Regardless, we were heading to the markets, were we not? Best keep this downer talk to ourselves so as not to weird the people there out, and we can continue this topic somewhere more private another time.” He forces a smile that anyone could tell was fake just at a glance, and winks at Shino, continuing to walk beside her.

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// FACES UNKNOWN, VOICES ECHO 

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It was just for All Saint’s Wake–well, the equivalent this world had, he could only assume. But recent developments back home would make a wall of masks eerie in a very specific way. 

Though something would churn his stomach a little harder than his normal bouts. He stares deeply at a mask that only covered half of the face; a set of oni-like teeth in glaring red, black, and gold. He slips a hand in his satchel, and something in his mouth. A strike of the strong scent of ginger. 

Someone else had grabbed it off the wall to take a closer look. Dogen stares at the Xaela, wide eyed. Something about their presence stirred familiarity. Wondering how he possibly missed the other being right next to him the whole time he’d been browsing. 

He shouldn’t let himself become so deep in thought like that. Yet now he is frozen and still observing the other. Perhaps a bit too close–the lack of depth perception to blame. At the very least he smelled mostly like ginger, today. 

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He’d always celebrated. At least since crossing the seas. There was just something about the dressing up and giving of treats he enjoyed.  Upon realizing he hadn’t prepared a costume for this year, he headed out to look for one.  His normal armor might have been enough in this kind of place, but it wasn’t good enough for him. Another Auri man caught his eye, staring at a wall of masks. Was it the wall of masks that befuddled him, or was he just prone to spacing out?  Either way, he wanted to get his attention. To that end, he reached for the mask they’d been eyeing up.

Yurel put it up to his face and looked in a nearby mirror. It looked good, but it wasn’t his to take. He turned back to face the Raen. He’d only now noticed they had a rather festive smell. “Must’ve already gotten in the spirit of things”, he thought to himself. He held the mask out to his newfound companion. “Here. You wanted this, didn’t you? I think it’d look better with your horns, anyway” he says, with a giving a smile that’s not nearly as devilish as the mask he’d just taken off.

“Oh, right. I should probably introduce myself. My name is Yurel, of the Dazkar. Would you mind telling me yours?”

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shadowbringcr‌:

            Silence was her company save for the regular swing of her sword, Shadowbringer once again being a familiar weight in her hands. It was this quiet that made the sudden whispers in her head much more palpable, enough to give her pause. The sound is too soft for her to make out the words, but it was a voice she recognized very well. But why now? Why here?

            It was then she heard the sudden crunch of leaves and a deeper voice. The elezen turned towards its source. Ah, mystery solved – but not in its entirety. Confusion roiled underneath her calm exterior. This man doesn’t seem to be any kind of a threat to her…so why does every fiber of her being seem so alert towards him?

            This was different. This wasn’t the sensation that pulled her towards other Warriors of Light, nor was the blinding flash she experienced with her machinist friend. And yet she felt no sense of familiarity towards this au ra’s face or voice. Curious.

            The mumbling continued, background noise in her head, but Lycelle was still listening. She promised.

            “ I don’t mind – I’m Lycelle. ” Looks like training would have to wait – she stabbed her sword firmly on the ground. “ Sounds like you’ve got quite the special trinket you have there. I could make some guesses, but I’d wager it would be best to see the item in question. May I? ”

He doesn’t know this person. He shouldn’t, by any stretch of imagination, have any reservations about talking to this person. And yet his entire body feels like it’s on high alert. From the pounding in his head, the burning in his chest and tingling in his fingers he knows that something isn’t right here. The heartbeat he kept hearing not only got louder as this person spoke, it sped up. Not only that, he felt like this person’s shadow was staring daggers at him. But how could it? It’s only a shadow. 

The whispers returned, clear this time. “Don’t do it! Don’t show it! Hide! Run!” echoed in his mind on a loop, but he had no reason to distrust Lycelle and it’s not like he was secretive about what he held in the first place, but they made it seem like a more dangerous idea to reveal it now than it ever did before. He asked for help though and he wasn’t going to not comply with her request. Still clutching the stone itself in his right hand, he unclasped the necklace with his left and held it out to her.  Two halves of a black, jagged crystal hang from a silver chain, They resemble a black, pointed heart, each with a pattern engraved onto them that resembles a sword when put together. Last time he looked at it, it was a dull, deep dark, with the carving faint and fading. Not this time however. When he opened his palm and gave it a good look himself, a purplish dark glow kept pulsing slowly from the crystals, with a deep gold sheen enchancing the carving itself. 

He speaks calmly at first, but the calm quickly passes as the pain grows. And with pain, grows the urgency. “This. This is it. This trinket I’ve been carrying. But it doesn’t normally act like this. It also wasn’t always broken! But I’m used to that part of it! Not the warmth! Not the glow! That’s all new!” He looks up from his treasured memento and back at Lycelle. His mouth smiles, but his eyes betray nothing but worry. The hand he’s holding the pendant with shakes, as a few sparks of black flame spark off around the crystals, dissipating before they hit the ground “I promised to keep it safe! But it burns! It hurts to hold it right now! And it keeps getting worse! The closer I get to this place!

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riseabovedespair‌:

It’s on one of these occasions that the dull ache in her head that she’s come to associate with the presence of a fellow Warrior of Light creeps up on her, and she looks around distractedly, wondering who it could be this time. Preoccupied as she is, she fails pay attention to her surroundings, and finds herself walking smack into what might as well have been a pillar.

She stumbles, blinking in surprise even as a hand grabs onto her arm and stops her from falling backward, mind whirling at the sheer coincidence. The source of her headache, in the flesh. And a male Au Ra, nonetheless. Already she feels the crick in her neck from trying to meet the eye of one who towers over her so, and once he’s done introducing himself she politely pulls away from his grip, and takes a step back for a more comfortable distance (and angle).

“My apologies for not paying attention as well. The name’s Shino, and I’d be happy to take you around the city.” She flashes a courteous smile even as she proceeds to drop a bombshell on him. “You’re newly arrived to this place then? It seems the numbers of those with Haedalyn’s blessing is wont to keep growing.”

“A Raen custom, perhaps” he thinks to himself as the partner of this surprise conversation pulls away from him. “Must have a thing about not looking up or down at a person. Hingan politeness really goes a long way.”  This brief moment of silence as they both recollect themselves gives him the opportunity to notice a pulsing sensation on the sides of his head, much akin to what he experienced when first meeting other blessed.

He looks the Raen over as she introduces herself. The shine of her limbal ring catches his eye, a funny coincidence that she also only has one. Shino’s a simple name, one he won’t easily forget. Not that he would, given the kind smile she gave afterwards. He puts a hand to his chest and does a little bow in response. Words reach the tip of his tongue but he’s taken aback by what she says soon after.

“I had a feeling you were one too, but I wasn’t expecting there to be more.” He recalls his past experiences of meeting heroes from another time and place. They usually came with great peril attached, unlike the current situation. “Are we both somewhere across the Rift then? Did anyone else cross? Anyone you know? Anyone who... nevermind.”

A sad, but hopeful expression appears on his face for a split second before he returns to his usual smile. “Before I go off on a tangent and wonder about the possibilities of this place, I’d like to thank you in advance for your help. And your agreement, of course, thank you for that as well.” He does another bow. “I am in your hands, Miss Shino. Though I’d like to request we stop standing in the middle of the street first.”

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Thought-Provoking Headcanon Meme

Send a symbol and I’ll answer the question about my muse. (Or answer in character. Whatever works for you!)

⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning? 🚑 - If your muse was the only person around and someone was injured, would they help? Would they have the experience needed? 💸 - What does your muse think of wealthy people? Do they resent them, or do they believe they earned what they have? 🆘 - What does your muse think of poor people? Do they think they’re a waste of space, or do they want to help them? 📩 - Does your muse prefer to physically write letters or send them online? What is their reasoning? 📢 - Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen? 📊 - How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse? 👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👩 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their mother? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👧 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their siblings? Who do they get along with best? 👶 - If they have any, what is your muse’s relationship like with their children? Do they feel like they’re a good parent? 👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like? ⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time? ⌛️ - How often does your muse think about death? Do they think about it at all? 🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these? 🚹 - How would your muse react to losing their father? How would they cope? 🚺 - How would your muse react to losing their mother? How would they cope? 🚼 - How would your muse react to losing a child? How would they cope? 💧 - How would your muse react to losing a best friend? How would they cope? 💔 - How would your muse react to losing a romantic partner? How would they cope? 🐜 - How does your muse feel about animal lives? Do they treat them the same way they’d treat a person, or do they feel they’re inferior? 🌎 - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it? 🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel? 💋 - How does your muse feel about people who cheat? Do they see a reason for it, or is it completely immoral? 🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for? 🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not? 🍟 - How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could? 💅 - How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules? 🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?

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@shadowbringcr

Yearning for a slice of home, but not of the culinary kind, Yurel headed the Bamboo Grove in the Cotes Ward he’d read about. It sounded much like shrines back in Yanxia, and those had always calmed him down whenever he had a chance to visit. As he approached closer and closer, sounds of a heavy blade being swung through the air started getting louder. It sounded somehow... nostalgic. He noticed a heartbeat growing louder as he approached it.

The broken stone he’s keeping close to his chest felt somehow warmer than before. In the back of his head, he could hear whispers from an unknown source. With the whispers came a headache. The selfsame kind of headache that often accompanied visions from the Echo.

Finally, the source of the sound revealed itself. An Elezen figure, swinging a block of steel bigger than its wielder. It seemed to look to him like the man who’d saved his life. Confusedly, he closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened his eyes again, where he thought stood his savior, there was indeed an Elezen, but it was definitely not him.  The heartbeat echoed louder and louder in his mind the longer he looked at the stranger, while the crystal started to feel like it was singing into his flesh. He’d pulled the pendant out of his armor and clutched it in his hand. It was hot, pulsing like a beating heart. His vision blurred, feeling like his head was about to explode from the voice in his head, he beckoned to the armor-clad figure who was still a fair distance away, still clutching the pendant in the palm of his hand.

“I realize I’m interrupting, but do you have a moment? I carry something with me, something that was given to me by someone else. He told me it would keep me safe but... it broke a while ago. I thought it was just a trinket, but it’s been acting in an interesting way ever since I got close to this place. My name is Yurel and I think you might be able to help me figure this out. “

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@riseabovedespair​

The man stood bewildered, staring at the pamphlet he’d been given along with the strange device. From what the driver told him, this was the Archimedes district. Shoving them both in his pockets, he’d made a mental note of where his assigned lodging was and headed out. He walked past many unfamiliar buildings, nothing like he’d ever seen before.

“Well, this is certainly a predicament I’ve found myself in. Lost in a foreign world again, but this time I’ve lost my weapons too. Granted it seems much more peaceful here than I’m used to. I shouldn’t have to fight at least. Might get boring after a while. ”.  He continued walking, muttering his thoughts to himself. “I really ought to find someone who can tell me more about this place. Best if I found someone I already know, but I doubt I’d be so fortunate as to see a familiar face this ti-” His thoughts were interrupted by a bump to his chest. He’d been looking straight ahead this whole time and hadn’t noticed a diminutive figure walking out of an alleyway. “A child?” he thought to himself. “No, wait. That’s a tail. A tail and horns.”

He extended a hand to grab onto the person he’d bumped into. “Forgive me. I was lost in... well both thought and body I suppose. My name’s Yurel and I just got here. I’m still trying to get my bearings and you can’t imagine how happy I am to see another Au Ra... despite the circumstances which led to it. Could I have a moment of your time to show me around? Assuming you’re not in a rush or anything?”