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G'raha Tia ([personal profile] crystalized_hope) wrote in [community profile] songerein2022-03-06 02:48 pm

[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)
[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 ([plurk.com profile] byefelicia).]
recreator: (♊︎ | Brazen and bright)

[personal profile] recreator 2022-07-05 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[What the Exarch says is true, actually. He could hardly have found a better way to put it himself - not that he is in the habit of voicing such things. And not that he has experienced this unique brand of "excitement" in a very, very long time.]

Well, well. Who'd have thought that even you possessed a devious streak?

[Oh, don't look at him like that. Well does he know that any form of retaliation on the Miqo'te's part is likely entirely inoffensive at best, and yet. Hmn.]

But since you supposedly have ample experience in "getting them back", what would you suggest? Imagine for a moment that you are up against ten of her, and she is already tipped off to the fact that you plan to make your move in the near future.

[Don't get any odd ideas. He's simply curious.]
recreator: (♊︎ | Nothing denied)

[personal profile] recreator 2022-07-07 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fair enough. After all, if one truly wished it they could certainly make a case for how Emet-Selch used to be way back when. Beneath the roles he plays, his core self is as ever the same.]

Genuine compliments? Is that all? Who'd have imagined that such a straightforward tactic would be the one thing I have yet to try.

[Sarcasm and a noncommittal shrug follows, his lips quirked in what might be amusement, or what might merely be an affected act just to annoy him.]

But no rest for the weary, hm? Very well. I suppose this meeting has been productive enough.

[And with that he rises. No fuss. No argument. Curiously enough the man appears slightly less bent over than he normally would.]

Do try not to completely wreck your health. It would be such a shame for our fledgling truce to have its wings clipped so soon.
recreator: (♊︎ | Our souls soaked in sin)

[personal profile] recreator 2022-07-07 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Concern?

[How very bold of you to tease him. Emet-Selch turns slightly.]

Nay. I simply know that nothing interesting can come to pass if all of the actors exit the stage.

And you, as it happens, would do well to exercise your sense of self-preservation. See that your endeavors are not wasted. Until next time.

[And with that he saunters off with a lazy little wave, as he so normally does.]
Edited 2022-07-07 20:32 (UTC)