[ Fellas is it weird to want to pet your friend......... just curious......
Sharlayan is a pretty place, despite its self-imposed isolation and its penchant for treating knowledge like wealth. Clive is a jock amidst all these scholars, and maybe that's why he's been tugged left and right to do some grunt work; he thinks nothing of it, naturally. It's more of the same. ]
Less a penchant, and more... [ He tries to explain, gesturing with one gloved hand at the air around him, and then at his chest. ] ...I look the part of a sellsword, I think.
[ Literally, given the bigass sword he always carries with him. ]
My apologies in advance if I manage to embroil you in less dignified activities.
[ only if it’s weird to want your friend to pet you….
G’raha tilts his head, gaze settling on Clive’s clothes, fit for harsh travels and ever ready for battle. His sword, of course, serves to emphasize his battle readiness. While G’raha carries a staff on him at all times (including right now), a sword sends a much more potent message. ]
You are mistaken, my friend. These “less dignified activities” you think of are ones I’ve always dreamed of participating in.
[ He’s a sucker for adventure, after all. ]
Unless these activities include thievery and inciting chaos, but I have my doubts that you would participate in such things without good reason to.
[ A slight softening, here, though it's laced with just a hint of self-deprecation at the kind nature of G'raha's assumption. The man isn't wrong― or, at least, Clive hopes against hope that G'raha isn't wrong― but still. ]
That's a generous assessment of my character.
[ A sellsword is still a sword. A sword is, unfortunately, only very good at doing one thing (killing). But speaking that into reality only serves to make him a punching bag for his own insecurities, and Clive doesn't want to bog G'raha down with that.
So. Instead, with more lightness: ] Have I told you that I'm an outlaw in my world?
[ Casually. The tone is as close to a wink-wink nudge-nudge as Clive can ever get. ]
[ G’raha doesn’t think it’s generous at all—not when Clive has gone out of his way to deliver him food (of which he takes a bite of now) and has decided to go investigate a strange aetheric shift in a world he doesn’t know well. But he holds his tongue.
It’s a good thing he does, too, because Clive’s deceptively casual question chases his eyebrows to shoot up under his bangs. ]
You have not.
[ So this is certainly news. Big news, even. ]
What qualifies you as an outlaw?
[ That’s the most important part here, after all. ]
[ This is a lore dump that he should probably have offered when they were in the comfort of G'raha's study, sitting in chairs with a cup of hot tea. But he's started, and it would be a little ridiculous to say 'actually, never mind', so.
...How best to explain? Clive furrows his brows in concentration for a moment, slowing the pace of his walking as he does his best to string words together in a way that he hopes will make any measure of sense. ]
The realm I come from― Valisthea is its name― is a land divided into two continents, which we call the Twins. Throughout the Twins, there are towering crystalline structures embedded in the land. These are known to us as Mothercrystals: a powerful source of aether which we've long been mining for the convenience and comfort that their magick provides us with.
[ A quick, very crude history lesson. ]
But unbeknownst to us, our prosperity came at a cost. The blessing of the crystals was far from infinite― in fact, the Mothercrystals were draining the very essence of our world to fuel themselves. Very few knew of this reality, and fewer still wished to accept it.
[ The petty nature of humans and their instinct to self-preserve. Clive glances at G'raha, brows slanted in slight apology. He's almost done, trust him. ]
So, in order to save our world― [ This is the answer to the question, finally. ] ―I made it my mission to shatter all of the Mothercrystals in the Twins, thus upending society as we've known it to be for centuries.
[ It may be a lore dump, but G'raha is listening with rapt attention, chewing on this information as he chews on another biscuit. These Mothercrystals from Clive's star sound quite different to the one that was here once, both in nature and means of destruction.
He contemplates Clive's words, the implications of it, and the likely fallout that'll occur once something that their star has relied on is no longer.
Terrorist. Outlaw. Destroyer of society.
Good actions sometimes have unintended outcomes, for better or worse. It's impossible to predict the way the pieces will fall once the dust settles, and G'raha lifts a hand to his chin as he thinks about the way this might shift his perspective of the other man. ]
'Twould seem you understand the consequences of your undertaking. [ To say the very least. ] The world can end and be remade anew. You may be upending society, but the possibility of good coming out of it is certainly there.
[ The corners of his lips turn up into a little smile as he turns to look up at Clive. ]
When all is said and done, will you work to ensure the good that could emerge comes to pass?
[ G'raha would like to think that he would—it seems to align with what he knows of him already. ]
[ They're lofty goals, to be sure. So lofty, in fact, that Clive is aware that the average citizen of Valisthea wouldn't give them half a second of thought in favor of figuring out how to earn their daily bread. Most people are preoccupied with the existential dread of simply existing; 'Cid the Outlaw' has only added to their pains and troubles by removing complacency and consistency from their lives.
This isn't an unintended outcome. These have always been Clive's terms of engagement. People will suffer a thousand times over before they reclaim themselves from destruction, but－ ]
―Until my dying breath.
[ Is his answer to G'raha's question, with gentle conviction. ]
I only want to make a future where we might live for ourselves. To prosper, instead of endure. And if one man must sin for this future to become a reality, then let me be the one to bear it.
[ A beat after he makes that grand declaration, he laughs. ] ...I don't mean to bring my politics to your realms, however. Not to worry－ I won't touch any of your crystals, if you have them.
[ A man with the conviction to back up his ideals. G’raha sees it as worthy of respect, and he finds himself smiling a little wider, not realizing he has until it’s already happened.
It seems like Clive sees it all as potentially troublesome or a cause for concern, yet it’s anything but in G’raha’s eyes. He’s the sort of man that can be relied on.
There’s a breath in the space after Clive’s declaration that G’raha simply looks up at him with a new sort of understanding settling in his eyes, but the moment shifts and he laughs at the words that follow instead, tail flicking behind him. ]
We’ve an abundance of crystal, different from yours as it may be. [ He smiles. ] An entire tower made of it, in fact.
[ One he can show Clive at some point, he hopes. ]
That said, I hadn’t even given a thought to the potential that you might meddle in our affairs. You’re the sort of man who puts a lot of care into his decisions, and would not be hasty to interfere here. At least, that is my impression.
[ An entire tower made of crystal! Maybe Clive should take care not to go there, in case he accidentally gets the uncontrollable urge to shatter it (he will not) (unless...?). He smiles for G'raha's smile, though, setting aside another urge to put his palm on top of G'raha's head again. ]
I'm in no hurry to cause chaos. [ Warmly, sincerely. ] Though I wonder why it was that I was brought to your realm, if not for some problem that needs solving.
[ And this might speak to a kind of pathology on his own part, that he thinks stopping is an indication of failure. A constant need to be useful in some way. ]
Which is why I've been trying to make myself available, I suppose.
And it would seem many have hearkened to your availability.
[ There's a flash of amusement in his eyes, and in the way his tail flicks lightly behind him. ]
That you're here for a particular purpose is a possibility that I wouldn't discount. However, you're also welcome to give yourself a chance to rest and explore the new realm you've found yourself in.
[ Words that sound hypocritical to G'raha's ears, given the fact that he'd never explored the new realm he'd been sent to all those years ago. His sense of duty was too strong, and while he wouldn't want to assume the same of Clive, the fact that he's made himself available certainly speaks to some sense of duty at the very least.
That he's taken on so much back home only supports G'raha's budding theory.
...Which means he has a feeling that Clive will want to explore that aetheric abnormality before any relaxation takes place. ]
[ The suggestion to rest and explore does ring a little humorous, because: ]
Your faith in me is astounding. Knowing my luck, I might touch some sacred object and unwittingly start a war.
[ Joking, but also... kind of not...???? Historically, Clive and luck mix like oil and water, and he is a little wary of accidentally tripping and falling on something he ought not to have. Which accounts for most of his errands having been menial, so as to avoid hitting the nuclear button in his ignorance. ]
Do tell me if there's anything like that around. So I can stay well away from it.
[ He bites back a bit of a laugh, only because he can tell that there's some seriousness in Clive's words. G'raha knows all too well that even locking eyes with the wrong person can ignite the flame of war, but... ]
'Twould be a difficult thing indeed to trip into a war here.
[ In his opinion, at least. ]
Had you arrived earlier, I would not have said the same. Nay, I would have cautioned you instead to take care with every action you took.
[ His tail flicks behind him again, this time as an earnest smile settles on his lips. ]
You need only call on the Warrior of Light or any of the individuals you've met here if you find that you've run into trouble. We'll do our work to sort it.
[ They've got his back, basically, including any messes that might occur with primals. ]
[ Hm. By the sound of it, it seems like Clive narrowly missed recent events that might have made his appearance here more catastrophic than it might have been, which is... both good and bad, he supposes. Good, in the sense that he didn't add to whatever earth-shattering event had been going on, and bad, in the sense that he's now potentially starting another one soon after one has just ended.
But better not to jinx it. He pops another biscuit into his mouth, and turns the corner into what he remembers to be a path that leads towards the outskirts of the city, away from the bustle of the center. ]
The "Warrior of Light"?
[ Color him curious about this specific part of what G'raha said, though. ]
An impressive title, to be sure. A friend of yours?
[ The path is dotted with trees, whose number quickly grow in volume, and before either of them know it, the stone pathway underneath their feet has turned into dirt and trees replace the buildings and benches that had once surrounded them. The path they walk is solely a desire path now, long since carved out from numerous people headed this way. After all, once they break through the mass of trees, the land opens up into green, mountainous terrain.
G’raha tries to match Clive’s gait, which means he takes quick, long strides as he looks up at the other man. ]
Yes, someone I am honored to call a friend. If you’ve ever read tales of heroes, the Warrior of Light would fit well among them. Never have I met someone who fits that title so well.
[ He smiles wide—it’s clear he thinks highly of this person. ]
[ Sharlayan really is beautiful: a sprawling place with water and greenery, extending forward and back into the vast elements. It feels a while since Clive's seen the sun burning so brightly in the sky, or plantlife reach up towards light with such vibrancy. The world he left, as he'd told G'raha, had been beset by so much blight, and the contrast between what he knows and what he's seeing makes him slow his stride to take everything in. (Slow down, daddy longlegs.)
His hand brushes against a bit of tall grass, then along a low branch hanging near his head. Appreciative and contemplative, as his smile grows on his face. ]
And why aren't you out with this Warrior, traveling and adventuring with them?
[ Teasing, slightly. Obviously, this person is someone very important― that, and G'raha had seemed so restless in his ivory tower. ]
[ G'raha adjusts to Clive's slower pace, secretly somewhat grateful for it, content to let him take in the sights. The nature around them contrasts with the pristine marble of the city of Old Sharlayan, overgrown areas and impossibly green, as untamed as nature itself can be.
He can tell that Clive likes the sight of it and he has half a mind to suggest that maybe they take a trip elsewhere after they deal with this aetheric issue, solely so Clive can see the vast array of nature that this star has to offer.
Only that question slips from his mind almost immediately, tail flicking behind him at that question. ]
Ah. Well. He has much to do, and could certainly use rest wherever he can manage it. 'Twould be unbecoming of me to request an adventure without warning.
[ There is a promise between them to set out one day, but rest comes first. And— ]
Also... I am quite content to enjoy your company as well. I would like to know more of you, after all.
[ He'd be delighted to spend some time with the ins and outs of this realm, truly: Clive knows so little of it, still, and some of the similarities have been compelling enough for him to wonder if there's a missing link between Valisthea and Eorzea. Aether, Primals, crystals.
He'd get lost in that thought if not for G'raha's answer. On one hand, it's touching that G'raha seems to have so much regard for his adventuring friend, and on the other― ]
―I'd pale in comparison to your friend, I'm sure.
[ A little shy, a lot flattered. He clears his throat. ]
But whatever you wish to know about me, I'd tell you. [ A beat, and he laughs. ] ...Within reason.
[ G'raha's ears twitch as his tail flicks behind him once, twice. ]
I assure you, I would never inquire after anything particularly personal!
[ Just the thought of it leaves him somewhat embarrassed, and it's his turn to clear his throat. Ahem. ]
You say you pale in comparison, yet what you've told me of your situation on your star is not unlike what the Warrior of Light himself would do, of that I'm certain.
[ He smiles, a simple upturn of the corners of his mouth. ]
Heroic deeds cannot be compared.
[ It would be foolish of him to even consider doing that in the first place, especially when he knows so little of Clive's situation back on his star. Though he doesn't know as much of the other man as he'd like, he has a feeling that Clive hasn't delved into the intricacies of the situation, of what it truly takes to upheaval society and turn it on its head. ]
[ Ah. Very sweet of G'raha, to be so mindful of invasiveness; not many have the grace not to pry, especially since Clive is from another realm entirely. People have asked him far more personal questions for far less.
So, he offers a half-smile. Appreciative and encouraging, in equal measure. ]
―Right enough. Still, I prefer 'outlaw' to 'hero'.
[ A little laugh, as he pats G'raha on the back. ]
I inherited the title from my predecessor. He would also have balked at being called 'hero', I think.
[ Since they're talking about getting to know each other. Clive starts walking again, warning Ifrit to behave as they get closer to the swell of aether in the area. ]
NO WORRIES and apologies for slowing down on my end a bit!!
[ He laughs a little at that, a soft huff as his tail swishes back and forth, ears briefly dipping back against his head when Clive pats him on the back.
The aether isn't visible, not quite, but it's felt in the air like a thick humidity that raises from the soil at the base of the mountain. It's not too far of a trek, at least—just a path down the hill and towards the impossibly wide base of the mountain, grassy and teeming with flowers and crystal that juts out in places along the mountain's rocky surface. The telltale signs of high concentrations of aether. ]
Tell me of your predecessor. This outlaw.
[ It's strange, thinking of what he would consider a hero as an outlaw instead, but it's no different than the Warrior of Light becoming the Warrior of Darkness, is it?
Sometimes, you become what you must. ]
not me APOLOGIZING AGAIN... you're totally fine, i'm FINALLY alive!!!
[ (THE WARRIOR OF DARKNESS????????? FF14 ARE YOU OK)
Clive will have to find a book on Miqo'te ear signals and what they mean: when someone wears involuntary reflexes so openly, he thinks he might have to be more careful about tactility.
But they move onward, and the emergence of crystals rising up between the greenery is sufficiently distracting. Clive gravitates towards a particularly large growth and presses his palm to it, channeling aether through it with an experimental flourish. It flares bright red under his touch, fire bursting from its core in a brief burst of heat before Clive thinks better of continuing his test.
Hm, he hums, before moving back to the topic of his predecessor. ]
―He was a Dominant, like me. Chosen by the Warden of Thunder, Ramuh. [ Another weird special person like him, Clive means. ] Irreverent and reckless, constantly burning the candle of his life at both ends.
[ A laugh, as he recalls. ] The bravest man I've ever met. He gave his life trying to overturn the foundation of our world's society, to try to make a world where people would be free from the curse of magick and Eikons.
WELCOME BACK it's my turn to say i am so sorry and i'm alive as i climb out of the holidays
[ G'raha would be lying if he said he wasn't drawn to the crystal himself in some way, the familiarity of the mere sight of crystal the sort of thing that sits heavy in his chest and threatens to remain there for another century. The thought vanishes—along with the feeling right with it—when the crystal glows red and nearly bursts with flame and heat at the mere press of Clive's hand to it and...
Hm.
They should probably exercise caution, and he looks around at the mounds of crystal that surround them and thinks of the likely disruption in aether that sits under their feet and the surprisingly not-so-distant possibility that something will burst forth from the earth as a result of that small moment of destructive resonance.
...
Ah, right. He should listen as Clive very kindly answers the question he asked. ]
Sounds as if he were a brave man indeed, the sort one would be a fool not to follow. 'Tis truly no wonder, then, that you decided to carry on in his footsteps.
[ Footsteps that are surely difficult to fill.
In a bout of experimental curiosity, G'raha's fingers lightly glide along one of the crystals in a light touch that turns into a press of his palm, just as Clive did moments ago.
[ Clive, largely oblivious to what sorts of things can happen in Eorzea as opposed to Valisthea, moves on to a different crystal to run his palm over. This time, he doesn't consciously try to channel anything through it, but finds, very strangely, that it draws out something from him: lightning this time instead of fire, on the topic of Cid. Static sparks from his fingertips, lighting a whole row of refracting stone around him in bright levin-violet.
The earth around them seems to pulse. Clive pauses, hand drawing back at his side in a flash. ]
...I've carried on in his legacy of troublemaking too, it seems. [ This is a very Cid thing to have done, to go headfirst into the unknown while touching everything that should perhaps Not Have Been Touched. ] What usually happens in this realm, when there are abnormal amounts of aether...?
[ Please let it just be like, a bunch of monsters coming to say hi. Clive can take care of that, at least. ]
HONESTLY... and then i got pulled back under for the last 2 days
[ G'raha leaps back a few feet, watching in awe as the crystal lights up and refracts a brilliant violet that would be blindingly beautiful in most circumstances.
That is, circumstances that aren't accompanied by a pulse of the earth and a light tremble under their feet that lasts several seconds. He doesn't seem afraid, at least, even as he reflexively grabs for the staff strapped at his back. Any kind of rumbling spells danger, after all. ]
Well... 'twould depend, I suppose.
[ All sorts of things can happen, and they often aren't good things. The abundance of aether could lead to a primal summoning in the right circumstances, and certainly in Clive's situation, or it could cause a strange shift in the environment around them and result in aether poisoning. However, with Clive, G'raha has a feeling he knows what may be most likely. It's why G'raha fixes him with a concerned, assessing look, gaze traversing him head to toe for any physical signs of something notably off. ]
How do you feel? Was it merely a reaction, or have you parted with some of your magicks?
IT'S FINE WE'RE FINE!!! 🤝 shakes your hand so tightly
[ Narrator voice: "right after this dweeb said that he doesn't want to be the cause of trouble, he, in fact, made himself the cause of trouble."
Clive instantly plants his hand flat against his chest, leather against leather as he tries to gauge if anything feels off within himself. The truth remains that he isn't exactly sure what would be a clear indicator that something in his internal mechanism is malfunctioning－ usually, he feels fine until, well.
He isn't. And that switch flips very quickly, and very unexpectedly. ]
I don't think... [ A bit of a falter, here, as he frowns and closes his eyes. He rephrases. ] ...Everything seems in place.
But I do feel... a tug. As if my Eikon recognizes that the aether in this realm is similar to the one in ours.
[ A good thing? He can't tell. ] It's almost as if Ifrit is curious.
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Sharlayan is a pretty place, despite its self-imposed isolation and its penchant for treating knowledge like wealth. Clive is a jock amidst all these scholars, and maybe that's why he's been tugged left and right to do some grunt work; he thinks nothing of it, naturally. It's more of the same. ]
Less a penchant, and more... [ He tries to explain, gesturing with one gloved hand at the air around him, and then at his chest. ] ...I look the part of a sellsword, I think.
[ Literally, given the bigass sword he always carries with him. ]
My apologies in advance if I manage to embroil you in less dignified activities.
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G’raha tilts his head, gaze settling on Clive’s clothes, fit for harsh travels and ever ready for battle. His sword, of course, serves to emphasize his battle readiness. While G’raha carries a staff on him at all times (including right now), a sword sends a much more potent message. ]
You are mistaken, my friend. These “less dignified activities” you think of are ones I’ve always dreamed of participating in.
[ He’s a sucker for adventure, after all. ]
Unless these activities include thievery and inciting chaos, but I have my doubts that you would participate in such things without good reason to.
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That's a generous assessment of my character.
[ A sellsword is still a sword. A sword is, unfortunately, only very good at doing one thing (killing). But speaking that into reality only serves to make him a punching bag for his own insecurities, and Clive doesn't want to bog G'raha down with that.
So. Instead, with more lightness: ] Have I told you that I'm an outlaw in my world?
[ Casually. The tone is as close to a wink-wink nudge-nudge as Clive can ever get. ]
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It’s a good thing he does, too, because Clive’s deceptively casual question chases his eyebrows to shoot up under his bangs. ]
You have not.
[ So this is certainly news. Big news, even. ]
What qualifies you as an outlaw?
[ That’s the most important part here, after all. ]
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...How best to explain? Clive furrows his brows in concentration for a moment, slowing the pace of his walking as he does his best to string words together in a way that he hopes will make any measure of sense. ]
The realm I come from― Valisthea is its name― is a land divided into two continents, which we call the Twins. Throughout the Twins, there are towering crystalline structures embedded in the land. These are known to us as Mothercrystals: a powerful source of aether which we've long been mining for the convenience and comfort that their magick provides us with.
[ A quick, very crude history lesson. ]
But unbeknownst to us, our prosperity came at a cost. The blessing of the crystals was far from infinite― in fact, the Mothercrystals were draining the very essence of our world to fuel themselves. Very few knew of this reality, and fewer still wished to accept it.
[ The petty nature of humans and their instinct to self-preserve. Clive glances at G'raha, brows slanted in slight apology. He's almost done, trust him. ]
So, in order to save our world― [ This is the answer to the question, finally. ] ―I made it my mission to shatter all of the Mothercrystals in the Twins, thus upending society as we've known it to be for centuries.
[ In short: "I'm actually kind of a terrorist." ]
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He contemplates Clive's words, the implications of it, and the likely fallout that'll occur once something that their star has relied on is no longer.
Terrorist. Outlaw. Destroyer of society.
Good actions sometimes have unintended outcomes, for better or worse. It's impossible to predict the way the pieces will fall once the dust settles, and G'raha lifts a hand to his chin as he thinks about the way this might shift his perspective of the other man. ]
'Twould seem you understand the consequences of your undertaking. [ To say the very least. ] The world can end and be remade anew. You may be upending society, but the possibility of good coming out of it is certainly there.
[ The corners of his lips turn up into a little smile as he turns to look up at Clive. ]
When all is said and done, will you work to ensure the good that could emerge comes to pass?
[ G'raha would like to think that he would—it seems to align with what he knows of him already. ]
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This isn't an unintended outcome. These have always been Clive's terms of engagement. People will suffer a thousand times over before they reclaim themselves from destruction, but－ ]
―Until my dying breath.
[ Is his answer to G'raha's question, with gentle conviction. ]
I only want to make a future where we might live for ourselves. To prosper, instead of endure. And if one man must sin for this future to become a reality, then let me be the one to bear it.
[ A beat after he makes that grand declaration, he laughs. ] ...I don't mean to bring my politics to your realms, however. Not to worry－ I won't touch any of your crystals, if you have them.
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It seems like Clive sees it all as potentially troublesome or a cause for concern, yet it’s anything but in G’raha’s eyes. He’s the sort of man that can be relied on.
There’s a breath in the space after Clive’s declaration that G’raha simply looks up at him with a new sort of understanding settling in his eyes, but the moment shifts and he laughs at the words that follow instead, tail flicking behind him. ]
We’ve an abundance of crystal, different from yours as it may be. [ He smiles. ] An entire tower made of it, in fact.
[ One he can show Clive at some point, he hopes. ]
That said, I hadn’t even given a thought to the potential that you might meddle in our affairs. You’re the sort of man who puts a lot of care into his decisions, and would not be hasty to interfere here. At least, that is my impression.
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I'm in no hurry to cause chaos. [ Warmly, sincerely. ] Though I wonder why it was that I was brought to your realm, if not for some problem that needs solving.
[ And this might speak to a kind of pathology on his own part, that he thinks stopping is an indication of failure. A constant need to be useful in some way. ]
Which is why I've been trying to make myself available, I suppose.
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[ There's a flash of amusement in his eyes, and in the way his tail flicks lightly behind him. ]
That you're here for a particular purpose is a possibility that I wouldn't discount. However, you're also welcome to give yourself a chance to rest and explore the new realm you've found yourself in.
[ Words that sound hypocritical to G'raha's ears, given the fact that he'd never explored the new realm he'd been sent to all those years ago. His sense of duty was too strong, and while he wouldn't want to assume the same of Clive, the fact that he's made himself available certainly speaks to some sense of duty at the very least.
That he's taken on so much back home only supports G'raha's budding theory.
...Which means he has a feeling that Clive will want to explore that aetheric abnormality before any relaxation takes place. ]
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Your faith in me is astounding. Knowing my luck, I might touch some sacred object and unwittingly start a war.
[ Joking, but also... kind of not...???? Historically, Clive and luck mix like oil and water, and he is a little wary of accidentally tripping and falling on something he ought not to have. Which accounts for most of his errands having been menial, so as to avoid hitting the nuclear button in his ignorance. ]
Do tell me if there's anything like that around. So I can stay well away from it.
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'Twould be a difficult thing indeed to trip into a war here.
[ In his opinion, at least. ]
Had you arrived earlier, I would not have said the same. Nay, I would have cautioned you instead to take care with every action you took.
[ His tail flicks behind him again, this time as an earnest smile settles on his lips. ]
You need only call on the Warrior of Light or any of the individuals you've met here if you find that you've run into trouble. We'll do our work to sort it.
[ They've got his back, basically, including any messes that might occur with primals. ]
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But better not to jinx it. He pops another biscuit into his mouth, and turns the corner into what he remembers to be a path that leads towards the outskirts of the city, away from the bustle of the center. ]
The "Warrior of Light"?
[ Color him curious about this specific part of what G'raha said, though. ]
An impressive title, to be sure. A friend of yours?
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G’raha tries to match Clive’s gait, which means he takes quick, long strides as he looks up at the other man. ]
Yes, someone I am honored to call a friend. If you’ve ever read tales of heroes, the Warrior of Light would fit well among them. Never have I met someone who fits that title so well.
[ He smiles wide—it’s clear he thinks highly of this person. ]
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His hand brushes against a bit of tall grass, then along a low branch hanging near his head. Appreciative and contemplative, as his smile grows on his face. ]
And why aren't you out with this Warrior, traveling and adventuring with them?
[ Teasing, slightly. Obviously, this person is someone very important― that, and G'raha had seemed so restless in his ivory tower. ]
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He can tell that Clive likes the sight of it and he has half a mind to suggest that maybe they take a trip elsewhere after they deal with this aetheric issue, solely so Clive can see the vast array of nature that this star has to offer.
Only that question slips from his mind almost immediately, tail flicking behind him at that question. ]
Ah. Well. He has much to do, and could certainly use rest wherever he can manage it. 'Twould be unbecoming of me to request an adventure without warning.
[ There is a promise between them to set out one day, but rest comes first. And— ]
Also... I am quite content to enjoy your company as well. I would like to know more of you, after all.
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He'd get lost in that thought if not for G'raha's answer. On one hand, it's touching that G'raha seems to have so much regard for his adventuring friend, and on the other― ]
―I'd pale in comparison to your friend, I'm sure.
[ A little shy, a lot flattered. He clears his throat. ]
But whatever you wish to know about me, I'd tell you. [ A beat, and he laughs. ] ...Within reason.
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I assure you, I would never inquire after anything particularly personal!
[ Just the thought of it leaves him somewhat embarrassed, and it's his turn to clear his throat. Ahem. ]
You say you pale in comparison, yet what you've told me of your situation on your star is not unlike what the Warrior of Light himself would do, of that I'm certain.
[ He smiles, a simple upturn of the corners of his mouth. ]
Heroic deeds cannot be compared.
[ It would be foolish of him to even consider doing that in the first place, especially when he knows so little of Clive's situation back on his star. Though he doesn't know as much of the other man as he'd like, he has a feeling that Clive hasn't delved into the intricacies of the situation, of what it truly takes to upheaval society and turn it on its head. ]
good god IM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY!!!
So, he offers a half-smile. Appreciative and encouraging, in equal measure. ]
―Right enough. Still, I prefer 'outlaw' to 'hero'.
[ A little laugh, as he pats G'raha on the back. ]
I inherited the title from my predecessor. He would also have balked at being called 'hero', I think.
[ Since they're talking about getting to know each other. Clive starts walking again, warning Ifrit to behave as they get closer to the swell of aether in the area. ]
NO WORRIES and apologies for slowing down on my end a bit!!
The aether isn't visible, not quite, but it's felt in the air like a thick humidity that raises from the soil at the base of the mountain. It's not too far of a trek, at least—just a path down the hill and towards the impossibly wide base of the mountain, grassy and teeming with flowers and crystal that juts out in places along the mountain's rocky surface. The telltale signs of high concentrations of aether. ]
Tell me of your predecessor. This outlaw.
[ It's strange, thinking of what he would consider a hero as an outlaw instead, but it's no different than the Warrior of Light becoming the Warrior of Darkness, is it?
Sometimes, you become what you must. ]
not me APOLOGIZING AGAIN... you're totally fine, i'm FINALLY alive!!!
Clive will have to find a book on Miqo'te ear signals and what they mean: when someone wears involuntary reflexes so openly, he thinks he might have to be more careful about tactility.
But they move onward, and the emergence of crystals rising up between the greenery is sufficiently distracting. Clive gravitates towards a particularly large growth and presses his palm to it, channeling aether through it with an experimental flourish. It flares bright red under his touch, fire bursting from its core in a brief burst of heat before Clive thinks better of continuing his test.
Hm, he hums, before moving back to the topic of his predecessor. ]
―He was a Dominant, like me. Chosen by the Warden of Thunder, Ramuh. [ Another weird special person like him, Clive means. ] Irreverent and reckless, constantly burning the candle of his life at both ends.
[ A laugh, as he recalls. ] The bravest man I've ever met. He gave his life trying to overturn the foundation of our world's society, to try to make a world where people would be free from the curse of magick and Eikons.
WELCOME BACK it's my turn to say i am so sorry and i'm alive as i climb out of the holidays
[ G'raha would be lying if he said he wasn't drawn to the crystal himself in some way, the familiarity of the mere sight of crystal the sort of thing that sits heavy in his chest and threatens to remain there for another century. The thought vanishes—along with the feeling right with it—when the crystal glows red and nearly bursts with flame and heat at the mere press of Clive's hand to it and...
Hm.
They should probably exercise caution, and he looks around at the mounds of crystal that surround them and thinks of the likely disruption in aether that sits under their feet and the surprisingly not-so-distant possibility that something will burst forth from the earth as a result of that small moment of destructive resonance.
...
Ah, right. He should listen as Clive very kindly answers the question he asked. ]
Sounds as if he were a brave man indeed, the sort one would be a fool not to follow. 'Tis truly no wonder, then, that you decided to carry on in his footsteps.
[ Footsteps that are surely difficult to fill.
In a bout of experimental curiosity, G'raha's fingers lightly glide along one of the crystals in a light touch that turns into a press of his palm, just as Clive did moments ago.
It doesn't react. ]
both of us just wheezing through november tbh
The earth around them seems to pulse. Clive pauses, hand drawing back at his side in a flash. ]
...I've carried on in his legacy of troublemaking too, it seems. [ This is a very Cid thing to have done, to go headfirst into the unknown while touching everything that should perhaps Not Have Been Touched. ] What usually happens in this realm, when there are abnormal amounts of aether...?
[ Please let it just be like, a bunch of monsters coming to say hi. Clive can take care of that, at least. ]
HONESTLY... and then i got pulled back under for the last 2 days
That is, circumstances that aren't accompanied by a pulse of the earth and a light tremble under their feet that lasts several seconds. He doesn't seem afraid, at least, even as he reflexively grabs for the staff strapped at his back. Any kind of rumbling spells danger, after all. ]
Well... 'twould depend, I suppose.
[ All sorts of things can happen, and they often aren't good things. The abundance of aether could lead to a primal summoning in the right circumstances, and certainly in Clive's situation, or it could cause a strange shift in the environment around them and result in aether poisoning. However, with Clive, G'raha has a feeling he knows what may be most likely. It's why G'raha fixes him with a concerned, assessing look, gaze traversing him head to toe for any physical signs of something notably off. ]
How do you feel? Was it merely a reaction, or have you parted with some of your magicks?
IT'S FINE WE'RE FINE!!! 🤝 shakes your hand so tightly
Clive instantly plants his hand flat against his chest, leather against leather as he tries to gauge if anything feels off within himself. The truth remains that he isn't exactly sure what would be a clear indicator that something in his internal mechanism is malfunctioning－ usually, he feels fine until, well.
He isn't. And that switch flips very quickly, and very unexpectedly. ]
I don't think... [ A bit of a falter, here, as he frowns and closes his eyes. He rephrases. ] ...Everything seems in place.
But I do feel... a tug. As if my Eikon recognizes that the aether in this realm is similar to the one in ours.
[ A good thing? He can't tell. ] It's almost as if Ifrit is curious.
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rng has spoken... stupid first, but it can def segue into serious 😎
yesssss 🙌 i've already got a few ideas for making it more serious hehe
🥹🙏 god bless... they won't know what hit them
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