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Sigr Kveldulfr | The 'Warrior of Light', with a twist

[lyinglight]

[Want to try something a little different? This is Sigr, the 'Warrior of Light'... who is not, in fact, blessed by Hydaelyn. One man caught in a lie that has gotten himself outrageously in over his head and survived by luck, skill, and his extreme desire to not die and now... oh, bleep, he's in another world and this is going to end in tragedy.]

[heart_of_the_wood]

Sigr, your hands are shaking again.

[Her words are almost a purr, chalk it up to her heavy accent, but Mykha takes his hands in her own, taking care with her claws as she gently rubs his knuckles to soothe the tremors.]

One should think a great warrior would not fret so before a battle.

[Is that a smirk on the viera's face, or is it a trick of the everlasting light?]

After all, it is only a caracal.

[That is most likely, almost entirely a smirk. Her people are known for their stoicism and here she is teasing him more likely than not.]

[lyinglight]

[He would and could happily listen to that purr in her voice all day, every day. It is purely the current combined weight of two worlds laying on his shoulders that has him far more unsettled and outside of his normal flirty, charming self. This has gotten into 'beyond screwed' territory into incredible, deeply dangerous in truly new and horrific way that even all of his other adventures back in the Source couldn't begin to touch. It feels utterly not himself to have his head jerk up and look over to Mykha at her touch, blinking once at her before forcing up the more familiar grin, showing his fangs in the process.]

Oh, are they? Just the excitement, you know? When have you ever known me to fret?

[At least the playfulness in his voice comes through from long, long practice of lying. Lying to cover, lying about his fears, lying about pain and the truth of it all.]

[heart_of_the_wood]

[Honestly, she had to give him credit. She could practically smell the anxiety rolling off him thick enough to choke the air, but his smile was steady and charming enough that it would easily fool most of their companions.

Most of them.

Still, her smile was subtle but it made her eyes shine beneath the thick hair that fell in her face, and she made a show of humming thoughtfully at his words.]

Oh, never, I'm sure.

[Two could dance this dance, Sigr, and there was most certainly no signs of a chuckle in her voice. Still, she gives his massive hands a squeeze, as if to steady him.]

Come, I will be right beside you. It would not do to let the Warrior fight alone, yes?

[After all, she'd practiced long and hard to infuse her dances with the old magicks, and she would not see him fall, bluff or no bluff. Instead she simply reached up and patted his soft cheek, her tufted ears twitching as she did her best to infuse the small gesture of fondness with encouragement.]

[lyinglight]

[Sometimes, he wonders if she knows. Not that, even once, she has given the game away if she does, but there's occassional looks in her eyes like, just maybe... but he always talks himself out of it. No, the Scions have never discovered his lie (more like the one who knows has never spoken of it) so how could she? He is certain in the abilities he does have. A black mage, exceedingly skilled, with seasons behind him and his grasp of the elements and pure, destructive magicks. A flirt, able to charm men and women even if it means sometimes being silly about it along with being a good listening and thankfully, not a braggart. ...In bed okay maybe a bit of a braggart but he knows his flaws.

Including the big one.

Sometimes, with all this talk of sin eaters, he wonders if he actually died and this is his hell, designed specifically to punish him.]

I would have no one else at my side but my splendid partner.

[The grin is more true this time, meaning her dance partner, but enjoying the play on words to tease in return. She is taller than him, considerably, given that for a Hrothgar he is considered short, but he only brings his chin up and plays that off as she pats his cheek. His own ears flick as he turns his gaze back to the beast before them.

Beasts of the woods, he can handle, even more so with her strength lending him. It is little to call to him icy aether, murmuring the words in his mind and giving shape to the loose aether in the shape of brilliant shards of ice, speaking through into the unsuspecting creature. The now very angry creature that comes for them.]

[heart_of_the_wood]

[The short hrothgar and the giantess of viera, an odd pair they made for certain, but she would not suffer to see him stumble after he'd come so far. True, he might sit on a bed of little lies that had eventually built for him a throne, but the others were in desperate need of something to believe in, and after so long she had grown so very tired of being forced to bury companions long before their fleeting lives had been lived to their fullest. That and he was very cute and charming when he wasn't shaking in his boots.

So it was a small mercy for their companions that she let the charade continue, taking care to mask what little inconsistencies would give him away. Mayhaps one day she would reveal things. When he was ready. When the time was right. Certainly not now when they were struggling to stay one step ahead of the Eulmoran forces that very much wanted all of them blotted off the face of the earth.

Instead she smiles, a sly smile with no small amount of smugness wrapped in secrets as she flicked a thick lock of hair over her shoulder with a toss of her head.]

Flatterer.

[The purr returns with her chuckle, deep and rich and husky before she bent, her smirk growing wider as she buffed her nose against his. If only to distract him from his own anxiety. That and the fur on his muzzle was delightfully soft. With another laugh she skips away, a bright flash of beads and feathers as she spins. bounding as her chakram seem to float like dazzling petals on the wind as she twirled them on her fingertips.]

Come, then!

[With a throaty cry she darts forward, louder than she ever is outside of battle in a bid to distract the beast from Sigr. After all, if she's loud and flashy, no one ever has a chance to notice the sudden shifts in the air as he builds his magick.]

[lyinglight]

[ooc: I apologize - it seems this never posted. >.< What I get for running out the door as the page was trying to submit.]


[It's a throne he never meant to sit on. It had started small. Just a single, small, white lie. An off-handed agreement with someone about the Echo. It had been a term he had never heard of and frankly, with the migraine he had at the time, he hadn't cared what it was. That had built up into a few more little lies, mostly because at the time it had been a very good way to get some attention from some very beautiful people. Then more lies, more lies... lies on lies, building, until he realized that he was being pulled along on the tide of them. He had grown, in strength and skill, and believed very much in finding others with strength in them to bolster and make certain that whatever needed to be done, would be.

But right now, there is little he'd change. Beautiful, intelligent woman at his side, the thrill of a battle before him. He would have been hurt to hear her think him a frightened man in general. Sure, there are doubts in his soul from what he's doing, and flying made for a very unhappy Hrothgar, but he never backs down from a fight that needs to happen. Never hesitates to slay the foe and can be downright aggressive to an enemy if someone he cares about has been injured. He would die to protect the people he cares about. Including this world.

No matter the lies beneath his feet he's had to tell to get here.

Sigr casts as quickly as his magicks allow him, a second sharp crack of ice before searing heat follows. Even as he does, he watches her dance. It's always a pleasure to be able to watch, to hear her throaty battle cries. Elegant, he had described her immediately on first viewing. Dangerous and elegant. Hasn't been proven wrong yet.]

[heart_of_the_wood]

((ooc: omg bb I totally feel you, I used to do that ALL the dang time, it's ok also I love him??? So much???? WHAT A GOOD???))

[She weaves herself around both his spells and the beast's attacks, feeling the flash of Sigr's aether across her skin like a ghostly touch. After so long she could sense him from malms away, his aether as familiar and comforting as her own. It was its own vibrant dance, the flow of frost and flame, maintaining a balance like an ebb and flow of the tide. This was what had drawn her. The surety of his magicks, the warmth of his heart, she did not think him a fearful man overall, but longed to see him be the truest form of himself.

To see him flourish and blossom, to grow into the best form of himself. It was not simply her calling as a dancer that demanded this of her, either.

When the caracal throws itself at her with a snarl that she could feel, claws splayed as it dove for a deadly strike, she spins away, feeling the shield magicks rise up with a flick of her wrist, the warm light encapsuling both her and Sigr, though not before she felt the flash of hot pain across her side.

Snarling in pain, she turns the spin into a slash. The pain is shallow; a glancing blow, but she'd felt her robes tear and knew that Sigr would likely worry if he saw. Really, it was less the pain and more the fact that she'd been a step too slow that truely infuriated her.]

[lyinglight]

[ooc: Much <3 in return, since you have been awesome to bounce off of. Sigr tries. Man he tries.]


[She is completely accurate that he will be worried later. While his true heart lies within the casting of magicks, the smooth interplay of spell and skill, twisting incredible power between his paws and around any enemy before him, his desire to protect others oft puts a shield on his arm instead. It had come slow and uneasy to his mind, but he had surely and certainly accepted it to become a paladin strong. In times like this very fight, he would have given up the staff to take up the shield to make sure she was safe.

For now, though, he feels her own strength wrap around him, always welcomed. There is a deep warmth that comes with it, right down to his soul, and even as he casts, fire roaring up around the caracal until fur singed, it brings a smile to his face. A connection, even as opposite as they are much of the time - light to dark, flowing motion to planted stillness.

In many ways, he wouldn't have it any other way. They have not known each other long, but it hasn't mattered. Almost like Fate, yet again, decided to intervene in his life and bring them together.]

You alright? [He shouts over to her, hearing not a grunt of effort but a sound of pain coming out of her.]

[heart_of_the_wood]

((omg blm/pld main solidarity yaaaaaaaasss sigr my MAN also that feel when you reread a mobile post and see all the problems oh no))

'tis but a scratch, Sigr! Steady now, you may fuss later!

[With a whirl she felt the wash of healing magicks, not strong but enough to seal the wound and begin the mending, enough to keep her going strong. The beast was howling from pain and fury now, and she murmured a soft prayer to the spirit of the beast as she bounded across the stream, leaping from stone to stone as she wound herself through the paces of an intricate dance, becoming little more than a flash of bright, vibrant greens as the magicks washed over them both and she flung them at the beast. For if the sounds of battle would not draw others to them, surely the scent of burned flesh and fresh blood would.]

Be at peace!

[Her chakrams flashed, flying from her hands with surety, trusting in Sigr's flame to finish the beast while she kept its furious gaze upon her. Loud and flashy, the exact opposite how how she'd been raised to fight. Once, before she'd left her Wood, she had been trained to hunt while unseen, to be at one with the shadows of the canopy. Even now she still wore clothes that would lend themselves to disappearing amongst the trees, the greens a close match to the forest she could still see when she closed her eyes. Yet now she wove spells into her dances, and kept all eyes of prey and foe alike upon her so they would never see Sigr's finishing blows. It took time to cast his strongest spells, so it fell to her to give him that time.

Not that it stopped her from flashing him a playful smirk over her shoulder as she dodged another blow, fast enough to avoid the deadly claws.]

If you're quick, I may let you kiss it well again!

[lyinglight]

[ooc: Psh no worrying about problems like that with me. You are more than perfectly fine. XD YES. I do BLM/PLD with a side of RDM for raid progression, but the RDM is never a part of my RP thing.]


Believe me, I will!

[A call spoken like a jest but meant in seriousness as he will be concerned when the fight is over. For now, though, as always, there is no time in the midst of battle. Concentration need be on the enemy, otherwise the enemy will find that moment of weakness and exploit it.

As Mykha's familiar aether settles against his skin, lightning crackles between his fingertips. In a moment between spells, as the aether reaches a stable place within the balance of ice and fire, he deftly sends out that quick bolt. The caracal screeches as the lightning sinks into its flesh, right down to the muscle, and crackles in pain every movement the beast makes. It gives Mykha a measure of safety, slowing it down as they work towards a kill.

Also gives him a heartbeat of time to respond, flashing his fangs playfully in her direction-]

Threaten me with a good time, why don't you??

[But enough. This can be finished. Focusing on one last spell, eyes following the caracal's slick movements, his lips move through the last few words of those focusing lines-

The air around Mykha bursts into brilliant flame, the smell of heat and smoke, none of it touching her and instead, provoking a death scream out of the beast. It staggers, as if finally realizing how badly it's truly injured, before it falls down hard, going through a few last breathes. Expires.

Sigr lets out a breath of his own and straightens, walking over with his staff loose at his side.]

Well done. [As he comes up along side of her.]

[heart_of_the_wood]

Aye, a good hunt, my magus.

[Pleased affection floods her words as her chakram are holstered, and one hand readily rises to comb a stray strand of hair back from his face, playfully scratching behind his ear before her hand falls.]

I'll take our token for Clan Nutsy, then perhaps we might quit this place a'fore something else should take heed. I'd hoped it might be a quieter hunt, but...

[Baring her teeth in a grimace, she shakes her head, fingers instinctively pressing against her bare flank. Luckily the healing magicks had been enough to staunch the bleeding, but it would still need a cleanse and ointments. Nose wrinkling in annoyance, she glared at the way it left her robes stained. Nothing a little extra scrubbing wouldn't solve, but she was certainly more frustrated at herself than anything else. Dusting off her hands, she pulls her hunting blade from its sheath, giving Sigr a playful smile.]

As for threatening you with a good time, it serves well as motivation, does it not?

[With a soft chuckle, she stoops, saying a soft prayer of thanks to the beast before doing her best to salvage what she can. The pelt was seared, the meat was no good for eating, but she could at least honor the beast's death as she murmured to it, taking its barbels and a few other tokens the hunter's clan would accept as tokens of its slaying. When all is packed away and the blade is cleaned, she rises once more and leans in to buff her nose against his own.]

Are you cross with me for being reckless?

[lyinglight]

[How he loved her! Her playfulness and the light touches reminded him much of his own people, much less of the Viera of the Wood (not that he would ever say such a thing aloud to her). It always settles well in his heart, giving him a warmth in his heart that he can set against nearly any darkness that threatens. Specially when she pets behind his ears. In that way, he's little different than his precious little black pup that oft is at his side.]

Aye, always. [His accented voice rumbles, showing that there's still a tease in there, but only when she has everything together and their noses have touched does he give a warning grin-

And scoop her up into his arms, careful of her wound, cradling her to his chest. She may be taller than him, considerably, but even as a mage, he has his considerable strength. He laughs, knowing well she will either play along or beat him for his foolishness, but how could he resist?]

Of course, now I need bring you to Spagyries to get that wound looked over, for the last thing you want is my paws trying to bind it up. [And wisely already prepared to put her back down on her feet and flee for his life, if necessary.]

[heart_of_the_wood]

[Mykha was not one to give away all her secrets, and took time opening up to people, but in spite of herself it was obvious at how she delighted in rubbing behind his ears or petting his hair. His fur was pleasing in its patterns and the feel of it beneath her fingers was soothing, and if she could while away the hours simply stroking his ears and hair she would.

Though when he lifts her in his arms as easily as she tossed her chakram, she let out a startled yip that dissolved into pleased laughter as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled against him.]

Sigr!

[It's so hard to chide him when she's laughing, but she'll allow it this once, instead she pillows her head on his broad shoulder and allows herself to relax. Enough that she makes a soft sound, not unlike a purr, so faint it could easily be lost in the ripple of the waters nearby and the sounds of the jungle around them. Instead of swatting him, she catches her claws on the underside of his chin, smirking as she playfully scratches around the dark spurs that define the edge of his jaw.]

And here I thought you might enjoy binding me. Alas, I will simply have to submit myself to the steady hands of the local chirurgeons...

[The look on her face is prim and proper, as she's somehow managed to stifle the urge to chuckle, though the faint purring sound continues as she happily gnashes her teeth and soaks up Sigr's warmth and the steadiness of his broad hands. Just this once she would indulge herself in being carried about rather than insisting she was strong enough to do for herself.]

[lyinglight]

[Those long but oh-so-pleasant claws earn her a sound like a purr in return, a deep, rumbling sound that could almost be a growl but doesn't quite get there. His chin lifts briefly in the enjoyment of it before the darkness of his lids crack open, showing brightness in his amusement.]

Of course I would enjoy binding you, but if you wished into my bed, you had need only say as such.

[That sparkle shows how much he is teasing her, even as he gives a spin just to have that joy between them. Though he may lie about that one small massive notion, the rest of him is the truth. Always slightly ridiculous, flirty, full of joy and wonder, slightly addicted to lighting things on fire with as much power as possible, protective streak a mile wide. There's a joy in being able to turn to his head and nose against her cheek with soft pink nose, ears cocked forward to listen to that rare sound from her.

There's a definite pride in getting to hear it from her and being the reason for it.]

I just want to get us somewhere safer before tending to your wound. [And with that, he'll start searching for just that, a place that seems safe enough for a time for them to rest, bind her wound, then head back with the treasure of their hunt.]

lmk if anything needs changed!

[warriorofwhy]

[Papayako had heard something about some monsters in Lakeland that needed a good thrashing. Surely something worth investigating, but by the time he reaches them it looks like he's already too late. Not exactly a smoking crater, but there's a charge to the aether in the area and the familiar smell of burnt... Fur? Beast flesh? Whatever it is, he knows a fire spell when he smells one, and it prompts him to look around for a mage.

For as long as he'd had his nose buried in books about thaumaturgy's less smiled-upon relative, he only knew of a few that could manage such destruction. But if it wasn't Papayako (as much as he would love to, it's got to be near-impossible to channel that sort of aether through a claymore), and the Exarch hadn't mentioned anything about pulling any of his fellow black mages to the First, then who...? Tree, tree, Hrothgar (no, wait, Ronso?) with a staff, tree-- Ah, wait, there he is.]

You there! Where in the seven hells did you learn how to cast that?

Works for me!

[lyinglight]

[The sudden voice, when in the depths of woods and surrounded otherwise by beasts, has a definite effect on the Hrothgar. He turns, staff held firm and tip pointed in the direction of what turns out to be an Au Ra, much to his surprise. Aether still churns about him, kept in place by the smallest motion of his fingertips, he studies the other before deciding not a threat and relaxes, the staff moving to hang at his side. With a thrust of his hand upward, the crimson aether turns to blue, cooling the air around him.]

That's a rude way to greet someone. [The Hrothgar's accent is quite thick, rolling and low.] Why should I answer that? Who are you?

[Sigr's head tilts back, chin up, consciously keeping up the swirling aether around him with this stranger coming up in such an aggressive manner.

Besides, the 'where did you learn that' is not exactly something he likes to discuss, given the... situation around black magic back home. Generally, he just calls himself a thaumaturge and keeps the questions exceedingly minimal if he can help it. Besides, who's going to believe when he admits to being trained by someone not of the eight races?]

[warriorofwhy]

Ah--

[...On second thought, maybe he should have been a little more gentle in his approach. He slaps a hand to his forehead and groans. Big man in a suit of armor comes clattering out of the trees and starts shouting, friendly or no, it's going to raise an eyebrow at the very least. Or set him on fire, either one... Papayako then holds his hands up in what he hopes is a peaceful gesture, but he doesn't step forward yet.]

You're right. I heard your spell from across the forest and my excitement got the better of me... Thaumaturgy's kind of a hobby of mine. I apologize.

["Kind of..." Well, it's not like anyone from the First is going to ask him for a letter of introduction from a guildmaster on the Source. Better safe than sorry, though. He puts his hands down and takes a few steps closer, slow enough that if Sigr decides to blast him into the Lifestream, at least he won't get caught in the radius of his own spell.]

My name's Papayako Nanayako. I hail from the same land as the Crystal Exarch. Is there a... Guild around here, or anything? Because if they've got even a fraction of your skill, I'd like to meet them.

[lyinglight]

[The sheer amount of things in that sentence that strike Sigr, each like a blow, is astounding. First, the name. That is a very Lalafell name for a man clearly not one by several feet. Second, the same land as the Crystal Exarch. How could that even be possible? The very fact he's been here and him alone, or so he thought... and last, well, the last is less a blow and more a bolster to his ego. His skill in the dark arts is a high source of pride for him.

With his ears swiveling back and forth, uncertain how to react to all of this, Sigr holds up a paw in a 'give me a moment' gesture before taking a breath.]

I'll start with the easy one first. [He swallows down the tightness of confusion in his throat before continuing.] No guild around here, none that I have seen. However, you say... you come from the same land as the Exarch?

[What choice does he have? He wants to know for certain.]

Prove it.

[warriorofwhy]

[Oh, tough nut to crack, isn't he? Most of the people Papayako has spoken to in Norvrandt have just called his name silly to his face ( :'( ) and accepted that he wasn't from around here. Nobody has ever asked him for proof that he's from a different shard... So Sigr asking for it and reacting like his statements contain so much to unpack has him sort of beside himself. How do you prove you're from a far-flung land that, as far as the people who live in Norvrandt know, shouldn't exist?]

Err... Hold a moment.

[Papayako opens his pack and starts digging through it, searching for anything that seems like it would be truly Eorzean. Perhaps an Allagan coin-- no, the Exarch got those out of the Tower. What about a handful of kupo nuts-- absolutely not, maybe a Triple Triad card with a Scion's face on it why is that not in his deck. As any true adventurer he spends a good long time rooting around in his bag and grumbling about getting rid of some of this garbage, then produces a handful of MGP. ...There isn't some kind of Gold Saucer on the First that he doesn't know of, is there? Nearly everything else in his pack bears a strong resemblance to items found on the First, so it's either this or try to appeal to the mage by using some black magic of his own... Though Papayako's a little out of practice.]

Would these suffice? They're not even real gold, otherwise I'd have a use for the bloody things here.

[lyinglight]

[He recognizes them the moment the other man flashes them in his hand.

By the Twelve. This Papayako... is telling the truth. He truly is from the Source. No where on the First has coin quite like the Gold Saucer (possibly for the better... the Mandervilles are a crazy lot) and there's no one else that could have given him any.

His eyes widen, staring at them, before his gaze lifts to Papayako, struggling with his words. Around him, the umbral energies die and fade to nothing, leaving them standing in the middle of the wilds with only the wind in the trees as sound.

Why? How? When? So many questions babble through his mind at once before he does his best to try and shove them away, still unable to find words on his tongue in a very rare moment for himself. Instead, he just pulls his own pack forward, reaches into a very specific pocket, undoes the strings on a *very* full purse, and pulls out-

Some MGP of his own, spreading out his palm to display them in silent gesture and everything that it means for them both to have it.]

[warriorofwhy]

[Papayako quietly studies Sigr’s expression, at first confused as to why foreign coins that the Exarch hadn’t found in the Crystal Tower’s cellar would be so earth-shatteringly shocking to him, then in something closer to horror when Sigr pulls out his own coinpurse. ...Oh.]

Matron’s blessed teats... I-- How-- You-- Gods, and I thought you were from around here!

[Well, this complicates matters. Part of him is relieved to find a fellow thaumaturge out here in The Middle of Nowhere, Another World, but... Sigr is a stranger to him. Did the Exarch truly reach beyond the veil and miss so severely with his call, or was it some sort of experiment with forbidden magics gone wrong, or... What else? How could this be?]

Are you... Shite. I don’t know where to begin.

[He drops the coins back into his pack, forever lost to its depths, and then scratches his head. In his mind he lays out everything he knows about travel between the Source and the First, so... Not a lot, and perhaps something he should corner the Exarch to ask about one of these days, but in this moment he doesn’t have that luxury.

He wonders if he’s watching.]

What is your name, and have you been here for long? I suppose that’s as good a place to start as any.

/pulls out of her arse

[lyinglight]

[Similar thoughts are running through Sigr's mind, not a one of them good. He hesitates in speaking, turning possibilities in his head as it spins faster than a fighting dancer. Taking a moment to let the coins trickle through his fingers back into the purse and tucking it away, he has to admit, he doesn't know where to begin, either.]

...my name is Sigr, [No family name given, not to a stranger, but he hasn't really given it to anyone just yet, either.] I would have said I was one of two who wasn't 'from around here' until I saw those coins on your hand.

[This feels as awkward leaving his lips as it did in his head, like all of his charm is deserting him in the face of surprise. Handle this! You've handled it so far!

A quick breath, then, he pulls his pack back into place before flashing a smile at the Au Ra with the strange name.]

I've been here a while, but how or why, I couldn't tell you. I woke up here a while back and by good luck, got into the city. Pretty quickly I figured out something was going on that I had no clue on. [He shrugs, almost easy going in the gesture.]

It's easy when people believe you knocked your head, or at least, they'll forgive you of more.

same, same

[warriorofwhy]

Heh. Yes, saying I hit my head is certainly more believable.

[Papayako chuckles, a twinge of nervousness in his laugh as he tries to wrap his head around what is going on. So Sigr just woke up here, eh? No odd headaches or blacking out at inopportune moments?]

I've only been in this land for a few moons-- Ah. Well. Figuratively. It's been difficult to keep track of. You, er...

[Wait. Hang on. What's he supposed to say? "Have you heard of the Warrior of Light? That's me, sorry that you can't go home?" "I practice forbidden magic with a ragtag group of beastmen and I've never seen you before in my life, please don't rat me out to the Ossuary?"]

Wherever did you learn your spells, Sigr? I had studied in Ul'dah for years, but I don't recall meeting you.

sorry this is kind of late. life got crazy this week. @_@

[lyinglight]

[Getting here had been something in of itself. He had blacked out, only to wake up here with some thing staring down at him. Luckily, he was quick with a spell and it had turned into a fight for his life against what turned out to be the first Sin Eater he would ever see. It wasn't long before lucky was with him, or maybe it already was, that he had followed a patrol back to the Crystarium and slipped his way in. From there... well, nothing had been the same. And who exactly was he supposed to talk to about any of this?!

...Evidently this guy. Who has been here nearly as long as him. How many moons is a 'few'?

Little did they know the Exarch had thought his spell had gone awry only to re-attempt it shortly after.]

Yeah, suppose you get used to it, after a while. [Bloody hells does he miss a proper nighttime. He's taken to sleeping with a mask on because the first two weeks here had been a nightmare to his sleep cycle.

Aaaand then Papayako goes for that area of his life that Sigr Does Not Talk About, but thankfully, he has an easy lie on his lips.]

Never made my way to Ul'dah, not really. [Lie.] I'm not one for the desert. [Nose wrinkle of distaste - truth.] I had a mentor, but unfortunately, they passed some time ago. [Partial truth. He had a mentor, but they still lived. He just wasn't about to talk about who or what his mentor was. So instead, he puts sorrow into his voice, as if it's a wound still open and sore.

How ironic that both of them, really, had their magicks based in similar places... they just had no idea.]