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[Open] Begin Anew
Who: G'raha Tia & You
Which: Open Log (possibly closed threads down below?)
Where: Various locations
What: A March catch-all and aetheryte shenanigans.
Warnings: There will be Endwalker spoilers more than likely. I will do my best to mark them accordingly. I need to update this for Endwalker stuff as well, but here is my opt-out post if people would rather not be spoiled about Shadowbringers or Endwalker. Feel free to fill it out to where you are in the game and I will say nothing past that in our thread.
AETHERYTES; (No spoilers beyond location in the video)
WHERE'S YOUR GREEN?;
THOSE HALCYON DAYS;
WILDCARD;
Which: Open Log (possibly closed threads down below?)
Where: Various locations
What: A March catch-all and aetheryte shenanigans.
Warnings: There will be Endwalker spoilers more than likely. I will do my best to mark them accordingly. I need to update this for Endwalker stuff as well, but here is my opt-out post if people would rather not be spoiled about Shadowbringers or Endwalker. Feel free to fill it out to where you are in the game and I will say nothing past that in our thread.
AETHERYTES; (No spoilers beyond location in the video)
[Perhaps you've noticed a few crystal structures strewn about Reverein. If you hadn't, don't feel bad. There are only really three at the moment. One placed nearby the dream swings and the other one placed nearby stores. The last one is located outside of G'raha's home for the sake of experimenting. What are they? What do they do? It doesn't take much to realize that it appears to be made out of crystal. Mayhap from the crystal caves? Or was it something more? Simply touching it won't do anything. It appears to be just for decoration for the time being.
Well, that is until a cat boy with red hair and eyes appeared out of nowhere in a flash. He seemed composed for a time up until he collapsed to the ground, catching his fall with his hands. His breathing seemed slightly labored as he tried to compose himself.]
No... No luck this time either. Mayhap it best to further-- [Gods forfend. He did not miss aetheric sickness. Letting out a small groan before continuing his thought.] To further attune the coordinates... Mayhap adjust the amount of dreamotion as well...
[Oh. Were you standing right there this entire time? Don't mind him thinking out loud. He finally noticed he wasn't alone there. Pushing himself off of the ground, he gave an apologetic smile to his companion.]
My apologies. I did not mean to disturb the peace.
WHERE'S YOUR GREEN?;
[Having recovered from his aerthical sickness (mostly), G'raha has been otherwise occupied recently. The leprechauns weren't exactly weird-looking to him. After all, Lalafell were normally short like this. No. It wasn't the appearance that worried him. It was seeing so many unlucky people around that put him on edge. Meanwhile, there were those who seemed to have nothing short of amazing luck. Whatever the case, he had been on his guard as of late.
It all started little. Shoelaces untied that made him lose his balance, having a bag of flour explode open while at the market, flying produce? Annoying at best, but nothing he couldn't handle. And then his home turned green. Everything was green. Standing outside of his home...]
... Seriously? Did I upset someone?
[Can he clean this mess up or is it just there for an unknown amount of time? It was hard to say with how dreamotion worked here. Glancing down to the leprechaun with the yellow cap, he didn't like the look they were giving him.]
Is this some sort of message?
THOSE HALCYON DAYS;
[Having retrieved his lost job stones, it was a relief to have access to the rest of his magic. One he had been surprised to see was his Bard stone. It had been quite a while since he last touched a bow and arrow, much less a harp. There was a part of him that wondered if he could still perform properly anymore. So somewhere out in a far enough place out of the way of heavy foot traffic, people might hear what sounds like music in the distance. Not complete to say the least, but attempts to create it nonetheless.
If they chose to investigate where it was coming from, G'raha can be found somewhere outside, sitting by a tree. By now, he's managed to pick up on his innate skill he had thought once lost. Enough to be able to do a passable rendition of a song. No vocals while he's just trying to get the hang of playing once more. Anyone is free to stop by to listen.
He might even notice he's not alone and sheepishly smile to his company.]
WILDCARD;
[OOC: Hit my up for any other prompt ideas if nothing catches your fancy. If you want anything specific with G'raha, I'm more than happy to do a closed prompt as well. Feel free to poke me on plurk (byefelicia).]
aetherytes!
Gorou's ears perk up attentively and he turns towards the sound. Someone – who also has ears like his! – on the ground seems to be the one responsible for this, judging by his mumblings. And when he addresses Gorou, he turns to face the other man with a shake of his head. ]
That won't be necessary, though maybe I should be apologizing for interrupting your experiment. [ He gestures towards the crystal with one hand. ] What is it that you're trying to do?
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You are not interrupting anything.
[If anything, Gorou probably wasn't expected to see him pop out of nowhere.]
Ah, transportation, though I'm still figuring out--
[Hold that thought. Hand covering his mouth for a moment... ugh... He was going to have to do something about this later. He's fine though, really!]
...the kinks. It's been quite a while since I've last set up an aetheryte.
[An estimate of at least 60-80 years anyway. But now taking notice of his company and more importantly the ears...]
You must be new here. My name is G'raha Tia.
[He would offer has hand, but regardless if his aetheric sickness was infectious or not, he didn't think Gorou would appreciate it.]
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[ It's fascinating; he would have thought G'raha was also from Teyvat had the crystals been shaped a little differently. The pause, though, makes Gorou wonder if that should be cause for concern. Ultimately, he doesn't know what to make of it, and Gorou brushes it off once G'raha introduces himself. ]
And you're right, I arrived not too long ago. My name is Gorou. It's a pleasure to meet you, G'raha Tia. How long have you been working on this? The craftsmanship is impressive.
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[If not useful for his research, he's definitely interested in its use. You say "relic" and he's instantly curious.]
G'raha is fine enough. 'Tis a pleasure to meet you as well, Gorou. A few months for sure, though the crystal itself didn't take too long.
[Lifting the palm of his hand to face up as a small crystal began to form. Big enough to give the idea that it was created with his dreamotion, but small enough not to expend unnecessary dreamotion.]
Though, it did take longer to construct something of this size.
Aetherytes
[And he stood there as the other guy just fell over. Look, he was getting over the shock...]
Woah, don't worry about it! You gonna be okay, man?
[He holds out a hand to help him back to his feet.]
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Yeah, I'll be-- [Gods. Okay, nope. It's passed just like that.] okay.
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[And helping him keep steady.] I could probably get you something to drink real fast.
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[That's a yes, Zidane. He's standing just fine but has opted to take a seat nearby. If there is no bench or makeshift seat, the floor was as good as any. Resting his forehead in his hands...]
I would appreciate that.
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Those Halcyon Days
Madhuri's heart raced as reached down to hike up her skirts before she realized she'd gone for pants today, and hurried along. Her earliest dreams in her childhood were rife with that song, of seas of red, a furious dragon who hatched from a strange and glowing cocoon...
It was coming from over-]
...!
[She was briefly taken aback, but had to recall that- at their technical first meeting- he did wield a bow and arrows. Who was she to simply believe he was an archer rather than a bard? Oh, but she wouldn't interrupt him. She wiggled her fingers in greeting and settled into the grass beside him. A moment to remove her leather gloves and place them in the basket with her findings and a small book of identifiers for plants and fungi in the area.]
So you do play. A man of many talents~
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Long ago, yes. I must confess that I have forgotten a lot since last I played, but it's slowly coming back to me.
Though I'm sure that you would fare better than I.
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[A kiss on the cheek for this twice-aspiring musician-]
But I have tickled nary a harp! A hurdy-gurdy during my circus days, certainly, but we all learned the morin khuur in the Steppe... ah... I don't remember the common tongue name of it, however. Sorry.
Oh, but don't let me interrupt. You're un-rusting!
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Aetherytes; (Shadowbringers and probably Endwalker Spoilers)
[And then Emet-Selch takes a prolonged moment to glance around them, noting the presence of the crystal structure which is exceedingly familiar to him in appearance. This would explain the notes he spied within the Exarch's home just a few short days ago. And then there's the...]
[hmn.]
[Emet-Selch regards him impassively, one arm propped on his knee. Aether sickness, he supposes? Well that's unfortunate.]
Ah, so this is what you've been up to.
A rather foolish way to go about testing them, however. Wouldn't you agree, Exarch?
And just how long have you been adjusting them now? I imagine it would be rather taxing even for one of your caliber.
[However, despite the verbal prodding, Emet-Selch makes no move to disturb him otherwise.]
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But of course Emet-Selch had to be there when he failed (again). Oh well. In time he'd get it figured out. Pushing himself off of the ground to at least sit, he glanced at Emet-Selch with a tired sigh.]
Not long enough. I refuse-- [Hand to mouth... He's fine.] to allow others to test it before it is safe and accurate enough to do so.
Its no trouble. I simply have to adjust it to dreamotion here. [And then a pause.] What would you think would be more productive if you consider this foolish?
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Perhaps by finding someone who won't easily succumb to illness? Much more of this, and you won't be testing anything for another day, at least.
But besides that, I think it a lovely idea. And highly convenient. Especially for those who don't have other, innate means of nigh instantaneous transportation.
[He turns his head to study the crystal again.]
...And for those who yet struggle to control their power. Even we ancients had similar means of teleportation for travel over larger distances.
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aetherytes
Zelda retrieves the Sheikah Slate from her belt hook and opens a gallery full of photographs of crystals from her trip. She slowly swipes through them, looking back and forth between the screen and the aetheryte as she compares it to her pictures.
But before she can find a match, G'raha suddenly appears before her, causing Zelda to stumble back with a yelp of surprise. ]
G'raha! How---Where--- Are you all right?
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I'm...alright. [Getting to his feet now.] I'm terribly sorry for surprising you.
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No, it's quite all right. [ She shakes her head at his apology, looking significantly more concerned for his current state than for the shock he gave her. ] What happened? You look terrible!
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aetherytes 1/2
He circles around it a couple of times, holding a hand over and under it to see if does anything. No? Hm. Convinced that nothing will happen at all, he places his hand on it. Nothing again.)
Should I make a wish...? (Because this is clearly a normal observation.) Ah, where do I begin...
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Wah!
(Tsurumaru pulls his hand away and jumps back?! He looks???? Surprised???)
A surprise!?
(Wait... did the spontaneous cat boy say something?)
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Ah, I'm sorry to have surprised you. Are you alright?
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A
[And then someone appears before him and collapses.]
Oh! Are you...
[He taps the side of his head, frowning slightly.]
Well. Not well, exactly, but... [that much is so obvious it seems almost insulting to ask]
[He shakes his head as if to get rid of the question entirely and offers a hand.]
Let's get you over to a bench.
YEARS LATER WITH STARBUCKS. Im so sorry.
My thanks.
[He really needs to sort that out. It would them no good if the others could get sick from using them.]
where's your green?
oh well! he's definitely feeling at least at a luck +2... which is a lot more than he can say for this guy that he's just casually walking up to, eyeing up that very, very green house...
as he looks up, the light catches his glasses just right so that it's hard to tell what he might be thinking as he nonchalantly asks: )
Not your colour?
I am here. I'm so sorry.
No, I don't think green fits me. [He's trying to go along with it at least.] I wonder how long it will take to clean this up...
npnp
( yeah, he wouldn't have pegged this guy as the green sort. much more of an autumn all around, really.
turning back to the home in question, he seemed to consider if cleaning it was even an option... or what might have caused such a thing in the first place. )
You haven't been feeling particularly envious at all lately, have you?
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