#ironwills

[preserverofthedawn]

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After a day without contact with Matthew, Thancred grew worried. Another day passes, and Thancred fears for Matthew’s life. Since the conclusion of the First, the two never spent longer than a few days away from each other, and considering the situations they endured, the absence had meaning. The world they exist in now has no need to be amiss from each other’s lives. 

Concerned for Matthew’s health, Thancred chooses to send a “text” through the phone that the little girl by the river showed him. Of course, his ability to text resembles a novice’s; regardless, he believes his message came across.

[TXT] This is Than credit. Your absence warrants concern. Please let know you all right. Sincerely, Than credit

The auto correct feature leaves much to desire, though it’s good enough. Shortly after the initial message, he sends a second text.

[TXT] Meet me at the big tree in Cotes Ward - Than credit

Thus, Thancred sits on a root under the large tree in the middle of the Cotes Ward, expecting to see his dear friend soon enough. Surrounding him is a diverse population of woodland creatures that pay him no mind. They hop, crawl, and fly as they would if Thancred didn’t exist. He doesn’t mind appreciating the peaceful moment. He leans against the trunk, looking up at the sky, spotting the sunlight that bleeds through the canopy. He lifts a hand to shield the rays from his vision.

“Alas, these woodlands compare little to the majestic forests of Gridania.” 

[empireserved]

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“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. Matthew, was it?”

It’s spoken in a sarcastic tone, of course, the usual look of irritation painted upon Abnur’s face as he approaches the Miqo’te. At least someone he vaguely recognizes is still around.

“Take it things are going well, seeing as this wretched city is still in one piece.”

[porteurdereve]

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This familiar feeling, a familiar smell, is not entirely the same. G’raha Tia follows his intuition, tracing the pull that guides him through the city. He is uncertain where it will take him, though he is curious to see what lies on the other side. 

G’raha checks behind a pile of wooden crates, expecting to end his search, only to find a stray cat. “Oh, hello there,” he kneels down, reaching fingertips out for the feline to smell. “How long have you dwelled on the streets? Are you alone? ‘Tis a familiar feeling.” The cat licks his fingertips, and G’raha smiles in return. “You are a kind and gentle soul. I am certain your friends are eagerly waiting for your return, and a glorious reunion it will be.”

Suddenly, his senses scream to look behind him. He turns quickly to face the newcomer, realizing why he was pulled to this spot. “Yes, yes, ‘tis you!” He stands up quickly in excitement as his tail swishes. The stray cat leaps onto the boxes to observe the meeting.

“You are the reason I came. Just as Tsuru spoke; you are her, and you are not. Your souls-- similar, yet not the same. Ah, pray forgive me... do you know who I am?” 

[starcall]

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in an unfamiliar world, one ought to seek comfort in familiar sights. in spirale, there were only a few places lyra could feel a sense of home — and cotes with its embrace with nature has come to become a place of respite for the warrior, a place to simply breathe amidst the thoughts that overwhelmed her. however, this quiet is interrupted by the sudden sight of a familiar artifact, one that puts her heart at a standstill. she approaches the stranger who adorned it, lips parting in a soft tone.

❝ excuse me, that shield ... ❞ upon closer inspection, there was no mistaking it. ❝ are you ... also from the world of hydaelyn? ❞

[heart3yed]

@ironwills  / starter call.

💛 💜 ❤️ || it seems like no matter the ward, there is always someone or something hoping to SWINDLE poor citizens out of their dust. in golden, the casinos house the culprits, in cotes, the back of dingy taverns, and in fibonacci … 

well, they're EVERYWHERE.

she's not afraid of thieves, as most thieves THINK about committing their crimes as they attempt to do so, but for the sake of others, she can't help but worry.  they aren't like me. 

a hand extends to gently tug at the sleeve of the stranger, a DISCREET motion she hopes he won't mind. looking up at the male, before gaze sweeps towards an unassuming man sitting down and idly shuffling the pack of cards in his grasp. her voice whispers, ❝i suggest you DON'T play with him. he's a cheat and a liar. you'd have to be very, very good if you wish to earn ANYTHING at all.❞

[salfxsher]

@ironwills​ || 🌳 Holding Out for a Hero

Scattered across the ground beneath a tree were a number of miscellaneous personal items.  A cellphone, some crumpled notes, and ...a shoe. If you looked up you would see one Sal Fisher; hanging over a tree branch looking disheveled and missing said shoe from his left foot.

 It was unknown just how long he’d been hanging there, but as soon as he saw Matthew passing by, he harshly whispered and waved one of his arms, desperate to get his attention. “Hey! Hey dude, look!! Up here!”

[bearerofmemories]

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“Ugh. To think I was hoping I’d catch you up to something at least remotely interesting.” A gathering of darkness appears, and out from it steps Emet-Selch with a slow and casual stride until he stands just before a Keeper of the Moon (or so he would be called if he were of the source, anyway) with long, brown hair and a markedly careful disposition. “…and yet here you are, no more active than a grazing cow.”

It had been nary four moons since he had inexplicably arrived. He was but one furious and bewildered face in a sea of many captives, and against his will (for fast did he discover that he was stripped of all his power save for the one he had just demonstrated) he had no choice but to get himself situated first and foremost. This meant suffering through all of the tedious motions every newcomer is apparently supposed to suffer. Being assigned dwellings the size of a decimal, handed a useless cellphone, having the reasons for why his powers have been stolen from him explained in a manner that was by and large unsatisfying…

Anyway, it goes without saying the previous few days have been exhausting, thus he did not have the energy to spend in seeking out a very specific ”individual” who had crossed his path the other day. Not until now. The dashes of feline features this one possessed more than suggested that he was indeed a broken being from his world. But more than that…this was not the first he had encountered with a soul of that hint of gold. True, his once keen soul sight was now blurry, but that much he could decipher.

“Oh well, I suppose tis no use bemoaning broken egg for not producing a chick.” The Ascian manages a tired, crooked smile that betrays every rude word he has said thus far. Then he shrugs. “A fine predicament we got ourselves into, hm? Being whisked away to Spiral City and all.”

Of course, this was a test. Was this or was this not yet another shattered piece of You Know Who? If this suspicion was correct…surely, he will be recognized one way or another.

[hyacinthsoul]

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Curious, was the best way to describe this place.

Curious, in a way he had never seen before - not in reviewing concept crystal after concept crystal, nor in his numerous visits to Elpis. And quite honestly, if it were not for the fact that he had his memories returned to him upon his final return to the lifestream - the very concept of finding himself in a place that was not Etheirys would be...beyond belief. 

So here he was, once more woken from the peaceful quiet finishing his duties had afforded him. Once more woken as himself, instead of whoever his soul would have become next. A little weaker, but still himself.

But being afforded his soulsight - even if it was at diminished capability - was better than nothing. Locating souls both familiar and new, those to question on this strange situation he found himself in, was of great import...

And familiar indeed, were some of these souls. A color he recognized with ease, albeit thinned out in a still familiar way...but multiple. How strange indeed, they were all nearly identical but just different enough to show that they were not the same person, each of those little forms of aether.

Best to investigate the one closest to him, which was found rows upon rows of trees, each accompanied by a few people and a box of colorful decorations.

Hythlodaeus could only hope that he wouldn’t startle the individual he was approaching. 

“...you’ve done wonderfully with your decorations thus far, my friend. Dare I say I wouldn’t have thought of such a layout myself.”