☆ open - mingle ☆

[menphina]

☆ WHO: The cast of Final Fantasy XIV and YOU.
☆ WHAT: Reunions, New Meetings, and adventure!
☆ WHEN: Arrival Month!
☆ WHERE: All over the place!
☆ WARNINGS: Threads will be marked appropriately if they require warnings!

( Note: Feel free to pop in your own top levels or reply to others' in here! )

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» » » Some location prompts to get things going! « « «




☆ Arrival; People could be wandering around at The Bay of Avalon, right on arrival, or just at the Rent a Ride outpost. Whatever the situation, there are chances of meeting up and catching up as soon as they get there!

★ The Red Spring/City of Camelot/Brocéliande; Catch up with the lifestyle here! It could be a few days since arrival, or such. There's plenty of adventure to be found, especially in the forest- and some opportunities for trouble, or rescuing others if it comes down to it!

☆ Wildcard scenario; Thinking of doing something else? Wildcard it and let's rock!

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« open » Find your own adventure

[menphina]

« New Adventures »

[ This almost feels familiar, even if it's been... a little longer than she'd find herself feeling comfortable with. But third time seems to be the charm, and here she is. She seems a lot more calm, silver spear strapped to her back and dressed lightly for now— though she's likely to change out once she gets to the city, because fashion is important, clearly. She'll be found exploring and probably poking at the flora and waters around, and collecting them.

Feel free to observe her, though if she catches someone unfamiliar looking her way, expect some friendly ear wiggles and a wave, and a greeting of, "Doing alright, there? Take a look at these!" - as she's ready to show off her new discoveries.

If she does recognize someone, expect her ears to lift in surprise! She'll take a moment, before murmuring, "Is it really...?" and rushing over. This can happen anywhere, so feel free to set any reunions or new meetings wherever you wish! She can be found exploring the stores in Camelot, mostly medicinal ones and ones with trinkets, or bickering about which meats are best to consume! H...elp? ]

« Residences »

[ New places to live in! Having been brought into worlds before, she's already exploring curiously, and eager to see what the accomodations are like. She's going to be either standing out, or leaving the door open as she explores. If you want to see a very excited miqo'te rushing about and admiring the place, feel free to. ]

Hells, this is pretty!

[ Oh, she's excited. Though, any passers-by will be quickly motioned over for an opinion- ]

You there! Help me out here! What would you do to spruce up this place?

« Wilderness »

[ Now that she knows she's supposed to handle her own quests and hunts, she'll be exploring and learning about the fauna and creatures around. She might go out to train with her weapon near the forest, be fretting about not being able to use her magic with grumbles of "Blast, this should have worked!" or just go exploring and meeting up with some fairies who she's going to be fascinated by and chat up.

Accompanying her for these adventures will be a duck(?) that seems to stare at everything and is a little too aware of everyone- it's not her familiar, but feel free to have it start staring at your character if you end up looking at her too long.

She'll just wave to whoever there is, beaming brightly. ]

Don't mind Ser Bubblenuts. He likes to take in a good view!

[ Rascal. ]

« Wildcard »

[ Anything goes! Pop it in and let's thread! CR meme post is here with contact info if you want to discuss anything! ]

finds my own catte adventure

[zazen]

[Arrival in new places should have seemed like a distant memory. Especially when you are surprised that not only were you not taken back home, but that others you knew could possibly come along with you.

Which admittedly is why he's been watching Megumi, or rather, who he thinks could be Megumi from a distance. He could call out to her, but what if he's totally mistaken? He shouldn't be this nervous.]

... the ear wiggles never do get old.

[He muses that, definitely within earshot, so. It's worth a try?!]

[menphina]

[ Thank goodness for that great hearing— even as she's quickly slipping some vials into her messenger bag and collecting some sample weeds and plants from around the area. New place, new excitement!

And there's a voice she suddenly feels striking her in what feels like a rush of a memory, and she looks over only to see- ]

...!!

[ It's been a while since she went home, and so much has happened there. But seeing him makes it feel like not a sun has passed, and her eyes widen. ]

Jakurai? Gods be good, is that you?!

[ Hold, he knows about the ear wiggles, then- he recognizes her? ]

New Adventures

[crystalsfused]

[It might take a moment to recognise G'raha Tia, who is currently sporting a rather different look than the last time Megumi saw him. There is not even a hint of white in his hair, no sign of any crystal, his usual robes and sandals curiously missing. Furthermore, he is sporting an apparently rather fashionable look for the moment, best described as "wet cat and very upset about it", complete with photogenic pout.

For the moment, he is wrapped up in his own business while awaiting the caravan - namely, attempting to shake his tail dry - before he glances around and just happens to catch sight of Megumi.

He looks her way for a good long moment, waiting to see if she recognises him.]

♡♡♡♡

[menphina]

[ Similar to G'raha, though much more recognizable, her own fashion sense seems to have (somewhat) improved since he might have seen her. Her hair is now styled rather than being left open, and she's carrying herself with a certain amount of poise as compared to the playfully rogueish stance she'd otherwise take.

She looks mildly amused at the wet miqo'te though, drawing off her cowl and folding it so that he can use it instead. She hasn't immediately put two and two together due to how she did know him— and she holds out the cowl to him. ]

Here, dry off. Think you're going to dispel all the rumours of miqo'te not liking water—

[ She pauses, suddenly hit by a scent that's... very familiar. Even if it has been so very long in her time since she's seen him, their closeness is hardly forgotten, and she squints, leaning in close to peer at him. ]

... why do you smell familiar and why do you look like Crystals without the Crystals?

[ She might have recognized him, rarely one to not be able to with her observation, but with how these new worlds function, she has to make sure! ]

Reunion Time!

[seasoflight]

[ Felih's just as overwhelmed by the nature of this city. In terms of technology, it's quite similar, but magic- even feeble as it currently is- plays much more of a role here. He's still getting his bearings after his abrupt awakening in this place, and he's just trying to learn the lay of the land...

But he sees another Miqo'te and his ears shoot up in surprise. Another Miqo'te, here?

Wait, that color mane...

Wait...!

Just as realization is dawning on him, he realizes the woman in question has apparently had the same realization, because she's charging right at him. His face lights up and he grins in relief, arms open as he catches her and spins her in a tight hug, purring and bunting and happily nuzzling at her, before outright giving her a firm, eager kiss. ]

Megumi! Thank the Twelve- a familiar face! I cannot believe my luck... for once, something's gone alright!

Those horrid marks that city put on me are gone, now. And now I've found you. All in all, a good start, even with these odd circumstances...

[ He's not inclined to let go anytime soon. ]

[menphina]

[ Of course she was going to bolt to him the moment she saw him. His bright colors, and that fluffy tail are impossible to not recognize, and the fact that he actually recognizes her this time around to not back off encourages her even more to just leap at him and hug him tightly.

The joy at being reunited with not just a friend, but being recognized is too wonderful a feeling to ignore, and she lets out a laugh when she's twirled, and as she's lowered, she pulls her hands to his cheeks the same time as he pulls her in to kiss. Most miqo'te like them are unabashed with their affections, anyway- and it's a sweetly warm kiss, before she pulls away and looks him over in amazement. ]

Felih. Oh, Felih, darling. You're the Felih from the city... I'm so glad. You won't believe this, but I've met another you- one who didn't recognize me at all, in another world I was pulled into.

[ She cups his face in her hands, looking at him affectionately- though as she is now, she's definitely had something of a change in style from how she was in Duplicity, hair styled more, attire more fashionable yet convenient- and she chuckles softly. ]

How are you feeling? I'd returned home for two turns myself... did you go back, too?

[weenwoon]

I. Arrival

Hooded robes and a mask are some of the least ideal choices of outfit to be plunged into water in, and Hythlodaeus has to learn that the hard way. When he finally gets to the shore, his familiar indignantly screeching while clinging to his back, the most he can manage is wring out the bottom half of the robes and his sleeves. This, predictably, does almost nothing. With a shaky sigh, he briefly looks around. There seem to be people here, all looking incredibly outlandish, and he wonders if he isn't having some manner of hallucinations before death... But the cold of the water and the unpleasant stickiness of his damp clothes and the strange... avian creature's claws on his shoulder feel more real than they should.

He spots an undergrowth of shrub and trudges over to it, grateful for at least some measure of privacy. After stepping into the relatively secluded area behind the branches, he pulls off his soaked robes, fishes out the mask he'd had to stuff into a pocket hurriedly, and wrings them out. There's an absolute cascade of water. Hythlodaeus drapes the robe over the nearest shrub, wrings out his hair, pulls off his boots and undershirt and finally sits down on the sand. There is sun and fairly gentle wind, so hopefully it won't take him long to dry out...

For the first time since his arrival Hythlodaeus has the chance to examine his surroundings. Where is he? The stretch of the beach, while a pleasant sight in itself, is not one that he is familiar with, nor is anything else about the scenery. He stands up quickly, worriedly, looks in the direction where Amaurot should be, given the position of the sun, but--no, no red of a burning sky on the horizon. Hythlodaeus sinks back onto the sand again, stares at his hands, tries to think rationally. The strange gold-coloured birdlike creature that accompanied him here makes what sounds like an avian sneeze.

(TL;DR: there is now a half-naked man sitting in the bushes, having an existential crisis.)

II. Rent-a-Ride

If the mystery of his arrival was not bad enough, the people Hythlodaeus encounters on the way to Rent-a-Ride are even more baffling. He's never seen such a... maybe multitude is the word, with the grab-bag of differences that it implies. He feels like he stands out, in his dark robes and the mask, but right now he wants to cling to the familiar. The arrival of the strange tomestones soothes him somewhat, although they are not exactly the kind he is used to...

While Archimedes is busy tending to the other arrivals, Hythlodaeus finds a quieter corner to sit down in comfortably and try to get the hang of using the tomestone. It doesn't really respond to the familiar gestures, nor the movement of his aether--it scared him at first, the way he can no longer see the flow of life around him, but Archimedes's explanations served to soothe that particular fear, though a shade of doubt yet remains.

While it's interesting in its own way to explore, Hythlodaeus remembers the warning that there isn't too much time left until departure. Deciding to save that time, he reaches out towards the first person he sees.

"My apologies, may I ask you for help?"

The miniature--well, compared to the real thing--firebird on his shoulder chooses this moment to pull off his hood and try to groom his hair. Hythlodaeus seems to pay little attention, keeping his gentle smile. He's quite fond of the bird already.

III. Red Springs

As the sun sets, Hythlodaeus picks out a quiet spot to sit down and process--and maybe practice--the things he learned from the instructors out in the training grounds. His is cognitive magic, he was told, and that makes sense of a sort. Out of the different abilities described to him, this particular kind seems closest to the powers he normally wields. Peering into the past of things, he was told, is the easiest step he can achieve right now, and once again it's not dissimilar to his own aethersight. There is much and more to be learned from gazing upon an object's essence...

To that end, Hythlodaeus decides to start small. Picking up a pebble off the ground, he twirls it in his fingers thoughtfully, closes his eyes, tries to focus. It doesn't come as simply as one would have hoped, but come it does: a memory of sorts, of those brief impacts and the clatter as the pebble was bounced around by the passersby, carts, once even a bird of some kind taking off in a hurry. Hythlodaeus smiles, feeling pleased, then gently puts the pebble down onto the grass of a lawn behind the bench.

Next, he decides to move on to something more complicated. Standing up, he turns around, brushes his fingers over the bench's back. He tries to avoid paying much attention to the "memories" of himself - after all, how would he know which memories are his own and which retained by the object? Instead, he tries to look further into the past, to those who were here before him...

"Oh."

He draws his hand away, delicately but quickly. Ah. Hmm. Like that, huh. In broad--well, he supposes it wasn't exactly daylight anymore by then, but...

Hythlodaeus decides to walk away from the bench for now and find something else to practice on, smiling to himself. Ah, the vigour of youth...

For the next hour or so Hythlodaeus can be found walking around and touching random objects to try and see into their memories. Maybe it's a lamppost. Maybe it's a tree. Maybe it's something that belongs to you. The possibilities are endless!

IV. Obligatory wildcard! come at me o/

II

[emet_sulk]

Emet-Selch is none too happy about his current state. Still damp in places, his only solace is in the pet-sized gwiber trotting at his ankles. It bristles at anyone and everyone who gets close, while its master studiously ignores everything in favour of figuring out yet another new piece of technology. From a city of modern luxury to...whatever this place is - Emet-Selch sighs to himself. Just as he had been coming to terms with his second life there...

"My apologies, may I ask you for help?"

As soon as he hears that voice, his heart stops. He freezes in place, quite forgetting that a question had been directed towards him, before slowly turning to face the questioner. The miniature firebird chooses that moment to pull back their hood and, at that point, there's no denying the truth of his eyes. It's only a shame he can't also have the reassuring glow of their soul.

"Hythlodaeus...?" The name slips out in a whisper before he can catch himself.

[weenwoon]

The shocked reaction even before the man calls his name does not escape Hythlodaeus, and for a moment he worries he might have startled or interrupted them - what else could have prompted such a response?

Hythlodaeus prepares to apologize or reassure the other, but hearing his own name in such a quiet, almost terrified whisper makes him feel as though he's been struck. He freezes, staring at Emet-Selch, though he yet has no way of knowing who stands before him. While it is true Hythlodaeus has spoken with several people here already, and given his name quite willingly, - after all, why not? - there is no reason whatsoever for any of them to react in such a way. Which means...

An unsettling sense of foreboding spreads through him. He brings up a hand to his chest in a gesture of gentle interrogation and as a way to steel himself.

"Have we met? I fear it has been quite the trying time, and I find my memory faltering. I hope I have not given offense."

I.

[menphina]

[ Well that's... not a sight you see that easily. Not that she's complaining, mind you! A man undressed and drenched is always a sight to behold.

Most of the time, anyway.

She managed to dry off pretty quickly, and her own attire didn't take that long to clean up. Not that she's ever been ashamed of her body, so that's another moot point. Her little dragonet is sitting on the back of her duck, Ser Bubblenuts, and she coughs a bit, trying to get this man's attention. ]

You alright there? Guessing this sort of world travel is new to you, isn't it?

sorry he's kind of very stupid

[weenwoon]

[He startles a little, not having expected someone to have noticed him at all, and scrambles to fix his mask back in place. It earns him some sand in one eye. Hythlodaeus is not shy as such, he simply expected other people to be uncomfortable about seeing him without his clothes, but the mask and hood are so familiar to him he does feel somewhat naked without them.

He turns to Megumi, blinking ferociously to get the sand out of his eye. He hasn't yet noticed his interlocutor is a cat woman.]

W-World travel?

III

[seasoflight]

Felih has been understandably anxious since arriving. Once more, he's been swept away from what had become familiar, with only a few belongings and companions- including his kitsune-disguised-as-a-fox kit, which is apparently wandering aimlessly about while Felih tries to keep up with it.

At least the mark he had borne in Duplicity was finally gone, free from the mark of Submissive. As he continues to explore, trying to mind his new familiar, he gets completely distracted by a large, hooded figure, and his ears and tail shoot up in surprise.

No way... ah! A mask! Just like the ones Hades taught him about... Could it possibly be...? An ancient one? A real, true Amaurotine? Here, of all places? Far too excited and curious to let it be, he trots over, his familiar now being the one to chase after him as he wanders off.

"Excuse me!" he calls. "Are you- are you one of the ancient ones? From the city of Amaurot?"

It's only as he gets closer that he realizes the cloaked figure is apparently quite focused on a lamppost, and Felih pauses, tilting his head. "Er... are you alright?"

[weenwoon]

Lampposts may look romantic in theory, but they certainly don't have many interesting things happen to them. What Hythlodaeus gets to sense is the shift in temperature as the sun grew lower, the metal of the lamppost slowly cooling, the pitter-patter of clawed avian feet as sparrows and the occasional crow perch on it, the brief hiss and smell of smoke as someone stubbed out a cigarette. No concern for the public, huh...

The voice behind Hythlodaeus jerks him out of his trance, though, and he turns around abruptly, feeling a little dizzy. He makes a mental note for the future: it seems that the connection is not so easy to break off; he should probably be careful in order to avoid inflicting some sort of mental damage to himself. It's likely it won't be much more than a sense of disorientation, but still...

It takes him a few moments to process what was asked of him. Ancients... no, Amaurot? His eyes widen in surprise as he looks at the feline person in front of him. They don't look like anyone Hythlodaeus knows or even could know.

"You... know of it?"

A little late, the first part of that first question catches up with him.

"Oh dear. I do hope I do not look quite so old."

Emet-Selch | ota

[emet_sulk]

(NOTE: Because he's CRAU, he's wearing this sort of outfit [one | two] rather than the outfit in his icons.)

1. Rent-a-Ride

Having come from a far more modern place, Emet-Selch has had ample time to grow used to using a so-called "smartphone". However, as many a modern citizen knows, not all smartphones are created the same.

In particular, Duplicity's communication device never had something as fiddly as earphones to plug in. And so while riding in the carriage from lake to town, those riding with him are suddenly treated to a blast of voice and music. Emet-Selch curses and fumbles with the volume control, but apparently doesn't realise that one can negate the sound entirely.

Is it a raunchy ad? An informative panel? Whatever it is, you're now listening to it. Maybe show him how to plug those earphones in before Archimedes kicks him out.

2. Full FF Alchemist

He can't say he appreciates being stripped of his powers entirely. It puts him in a somewhat irritable mood as he slips away from the confused rabble in town in order to test out this supposedly new magicks they've been gifted. Is gifted even the appropriate word? Compromise is probably better.

At first he's honestly not sure where to begin. He had received a brief explanation from someone - something about drawing circles, transforming one element to another. A magic based on fundamental elemental principles. Since he cannot possibly look any more foolish than he already does with his little gwiber in tow, he collects some stones off the ground and gathers them in one spot before drawing some manner of esoteric circle on the ground.

...Now - how does he activate the magic?

3. Generic 'around town' prompt

Emet-Selch has no interest in the Grail quest, although he does watch in amusement as those duped into chasing after it storm out to find those who misled them. He makes for an unremarkable figure to most modern people, dressed plainly in a white button-up shirt, vest, and matching pants. However, some few may be drawn to comment on the odd pearl-like organ on his forehead - the Garlean 'third eye'. Yes, it does hurt if you hit it. No, he will not be letting you touch it.

At some point during the day, he'll find a seat and look over his familiar proper. The gwiber is as temperamental as its owner and will posture aggressively at any unknown person who approaches.

4. Wildcard

If you've got an idea you want to run by me, just hit me up here or shoot me a PM.

3

[seasoflight]

Felih is still taking his time settling in. He has his new dwelling, and his pets and companions are safely resting there for now while he wanders the city and tries to get his bearings. There's far too much to this place, and now he's feeling like he must begin anew, all over again. It was rough enough being stolen away to Duplicity, but here in this realm, he was stripped of his magic entirely...

Well, save for a few bits of healing magic, which are coming to him much more difficultly than it ever should, considering his mastery of the healing arts. Magic works differently here, or so he'd been told, but it's frustrating feeling like a fledgling apprentice again.

It's only as he's wandering the streets that he freezes, catching the faintest of a familiar scent, and he spins and tries to scan the area- and then he sees him. Dressed in fitting attire for the new environs, but it's him.

It's Emet. But his biggest concern is: is it his Hades? His mate? His beloved?

His tail fluffs up and quivers hopefully, ears perking up, as he starts a tentative walk over to the bench.

Look at me, look at me, look at me... If he can see even a glint of recognition in the man's eyes...!

[emet_sulk]

He doesn't notice Felih creeping up on him until his familiar perks up, for once without a growl. His own head follows shortly, eyes quickly finding the miqo'te. They widen minutely.

"Felih...?" he asks hesitantly.

II.

[lucere]

To say the least, Regis is having a far better time than most when it comes down to channeling the magic of this realm. With just the snap of his fingers, he manages to summon a bolt of electricity upon a small collection of rocks he gathered himself. He does so consecutively until there's nothing left than charred remains. While is mastery over lightning is nothing new, Regis didn't expect it to be so easy for him to channel such power. Perhaps he has Quetzalcoatl to thank for that. The feathered-serpent seems to prefer lightning over all the other elements. Nevertheless, Regis cannot help but be somewhat dumbfounded by it all.

"You are a miracle in disguise." He says to the cooing dragon as he pets its head. The alleged thunderbird is no bigger than the size of a parrot in this world but it looks fearsome nonetheless with his bright blue scales. Regis was about to attempt another spell when he catches a glimpse of some haggard-looking fellow gathering rocks nearby. He watches the gentleman from afar, his gaze lingering upon the circle they made. After a few moments of spectating, he perches Quetzalcoatl upon his shoulders and wanders over for a closer look.

"Having a bit of trouble?" He questions aloud.

[emet_sulk]

Engrossed in his little problem as he is, Emet-Selch does not immediately look up when the other man approaches. He continues to squat where he is and stare ponderously at the pile of stones even after they ask their question.

The minerals found in a rock near a forested area would either be some manner of silica or clay. Assuming that holds true here as it does on the Source...

"I am not accustomed to this manner of alchemy," he eventually replies. "In fact, I would not call this alchemy at all. Yet despite the circles I must draw, 'tis not arcanima either for that discipline does not involve the transformation of substances."

1.

[menphina]

—am-a-lot, you'll get it in Ca-me-lot 🎵

[ Megumi had decided to linger behind after seeing other people she knew arriving here- it had become something of a little adventure in itself, trying to see if she could recognize others. While her memories were a bit fuzzy, some became a lot more clearer with those that she did certainly meet and knew-

Though for now, she was on the carriage after collecting some more samples to bring back for Jakurai and her to break down and examine. And she's poking around on her smartphone when-

Oh dear. That's a loud sounding ad, but when she looks up to see where it's coming from, she's shocked at who she does see.

Memories, faded yet strong, seem to come racing back, and before she can stop herself, she motions to the person sitting next to him to take her seat instead as she settles down next to him instead and- carefully reaches for the smart device while he's having trouble with it and activates the mute button.

It's all done rather smoothly, without much fanfare or shame, but her voice- grown gentler after years of growing up- is amused when they can hear themselves think again. ]

Tricky little devils, aren't they? Don't think glaring at it will do much, though.

[ She won't assume he knows her right away- and she looks somewhat different enough in style for her to not be immediately familiar. But that attire of his- it can't be a coincidence, right? ]

Feeling alright, there?

[ Even if the memories are only just beginning to return, especially with the meetings she's had with the others- her memories with him feel immensely strong. Then again, he taught her so much, and she did promise she'd remember, right? ]

G’raha Tia / OTA / 5.3 Spoiler Warning

[crystalsfused]

Arrival:

Being thrown suddenly into a lake would have been less of a shock if he had not been indoors at the time. Fortunately, he was perfectly able to swim ashore, and after being directed along with several other people he has made his way atop the cliffs where he has found somewhere to sit and attempt to make himself somewhat less sodden.

Unfortunately, his new companion - an amaro, albeit one curiously small - seems to have decided that G’raha must have removed his scarf to play a game of tug.

“H-hey!” G’raha protests through chattering teeth, as the little beast enthusiastically grips his scarf in its beak and tries to pull it away. “Careful! Don’t rip it, it’s the only one I have!”

He releases the scarf, but the tiny amaro just brings it back to him, depositing one end in his lap and looking up at him expectantly.

“...this really isn’t a game... I need to wring this out...”



A Banquet:

His stomach is growling at the sight and smell of so much food before him, and his cheeks tinge slightly pink in embarrassment at how loud it is. His habit of going days without food have been over ever since he returned to Eorzea, courtesy of his body no longer being fuelled by the Crystal Tower, but now he feels like he’s hungry all. The. Time. It’s really quite frustrating!

At least he doesn’t have to remain hungry for long! And hopefully, they will soon get more information on why they are here... he goes to pick up something suitably fishy, but pauses, and tilts his head to look at whoever might be next to him.

“Hungry though I might be, still I can’t help but be wary of the food.” His stomach growls again, and his ears lower as he shakes his head. “Perhaps I became too familiar with the idea of free food coming with consequences.”



Archery Practice:

In absence of his own magic, G’raha is not entirely against learning this new ‘light’ magic he has found himself with. He does, however, feel suddenly quite defenceless. Thankfully, he had arrived here not only with his staff but also his bow, and he’s sure he is still a fair shot.

...right?

He has barely touched the bow since returning to Eorzea, sure that his archery skills were of little use to the Scions, but his young self’s skills are still ‘fresh’ even if his older self has been out of practice for a full century. That’s the theory, anyway.

On the outskirts of the forest, he has set up a few makeshift targets and has set himself to target practice.

He is largely focused on his own activities, but he does notice the presence of others, and is quick to call out a greeting.

“I hope I’m not in your way!”



Choose Your Own:

Have an idea for your own prompt? Go ahead!

Arrival

[seasoflight]

Felih, having only recently dragged himself out of the water, is still very soaked, and very miffed about it. His conjury isn't working, and in fact, none of his magic is working! He hates this already! At least the first city he'd been kidnapped to let him keep his magics!

His tail, wet and reduced to only a sliver of its usual fluffy self, drags in the grass despite Felih's best efforts at keeping the wet fur up, and his new familiar- a kitsune kit, though he thinks it's just a fox- keeps trying to pounce on it.

When he sees what appears to be another Miqo'te further down the shore, he starts making his way over, only to bolt the moment he's close enough to recognize him.

"Raha?!"

banquet

[weenwoon]

Unfortunately for G'raha, the person next to him is 1) very tall; 2) wearing a dark hooded robe; 3) masked. How G'raha hasn't noticed him before is a mystery, answered only by meta. He does not seem to recognize G'raha himself, however, and only directs him a questioning smile.

"May I ask why? If 'tis any reassurance, I have not felt any adverse effects, nor do I believe they would aim to harm us."

Archery

[emet_sulk]

From behind, Emet-Selch likely looks unremarkable given that he yet remains dressed in his last outfit from Duplicity. But as soon as he turns around, it is impossible to mistake who is amongst those standing around in the vicinity.

For his part? He doesn't seem to recognise G'raha immediately. His eyes do narrow, however - red irises are not exactly commonplace. Actually, he only knows one person with such eyes.

"...No. Go right ahead," he says at length. Unfortunately, without his aethersight, he can only gaze suspiciously at the other man.

Banquet

[phoenixwiz]

A young teenager looks up at G’raha as he talks to him about the food spread as if he was concerned about food poisoning. Harry couldn’t blame the feline-like man for being cautious, although he didn’t see the cooks trying to harm everyone in some form.

“I can see your concerns about food being rigged in some fashion, though I haven’t seen any sign of foul play from the cooks yet. Better to be safe than sorry, right?” he tries to sound reassuring while poking a sausage with a fork, “Speaking of which, do you have some experience of getting attacked back in your world?”