@duskryuko
Ishgard is cold.
At least, that's what Fray Myste would say. Fray Myste would skirt through the streets of the Brume as silent as morning fog, would shiver and tremble from the chill of keeping to the shade for bells on end, would seek out the warmth of a safe hearth in a shabby house stashed between crumbling buildings after coming back covered in blood and Fury knows what else-
But this corpse can't feel anything, because Fray Myste has been gone for quite some time.
This phantom stands in a stalwart vigil in the shadow of heavenly spires, undeterred by the unforgiving stone and steel, and basks in the endless snow without complaint. But that isn't to say they don't play their part of appearing lively at the behest of another.
“Ryuu. I knew you'd be back.” Fray’s voice is quiet, but unnaturally clear through their faceplate, sure to reach the weary figure stalking their way. Their words betray a thin veil of elation upon the other’s return; a slight smile sits underneath their barbut, evident in the way their pale eyes imitate a familiar glint. To meet him now, to have him come to them, fills them with an indescribable joy deep in their sea of sunless pitch.
(And, perhaps, he would listen this time.)
They shift their weight on the scaffolding, steadying their sluggish flesh when they step forth from their unceremonious grave. Memories coalesce slowly in thickened blood, flickers of bright runes and ancient words passing behind their eyelids, rites ringing in ears like cathedral bells, the smell of old blood and the worn grip of a sword flooding the forefront of their mind. A hint as to who this vessel might have been, between the fervor of their last moments.
Not that any of that matters now. Ryuu doesn't care for ghost stories, so Fray will not offer them. He wants power, and they're here to satisfy that burning hunger. The sword on his back makes that much plain.
“You seem vexed.” They point out nonchalantly, a small puff of white forming in front of them. Of course he would be, with how every devout lamb of Halone seems to cower in his presence - they think of him as no better than a Dravanian abomination, another scaled heretic to be excised from the flock. But they know better than that. Fray Myste did, too. “Something happen since the last time we met?”
