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Jakob "Jackie" Svensson » info « Vampire (Pander/Sabbat), chatty, would do things for the vine. » toplevel «	Ragnar Eriksson » info « Human (ghoul), has a dog, too old for this shit, warm on the surface. » toplevel «	Ariana Smith » info « Human (mage, Technocracy, NWO), morals are just societal expectations, computers and related things are great. » toplevel «
Aredhel Ar-Feiniel » info « Elf, likes to hunt, ride, the outdoors and not being locked up, loyal with a questionable taste in friends. » toplevel «	Maeglin » info « Elf, traitor of Gondolin, doesn't talk much, miner and smith. » toplevel «	Fingon » info « Elf, ~~reckless~~ valiant, loyal, stubborn, eventually High King. » toplevel «
Denmark » info « Nation, no tact, cheerful and incapable of listening, totally the big brother here. » toplevel «

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» Prompt ideas: Road Trip, Post-apocalyptic homesteading, Picture Prompt, Jail Cell, Quote Prompt, Otherwordly, Insomnia, Vampires, and Morning After. Please no smut prompts! Preference for gen; shipping is okay, though (unless stated otherwise, all of the above muses are bi).

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"You sure you didn't hit your head pretty hard there?" Felih asks, his tail idly swinging back and forth over the ground as he regards Jackie. "You really do seem out of it. We're a pretty long ways out from the nearest town, and this isn't really the kind of place most people should be wandering around."

Of course, the giant wildcat he's on is another worrisome thing itself, but. "I can call a chocobo for you, if you'd like. Do you know how to ride one?"

"What the-," hell, he wants to say, but even that dies in his throat as he stares at his surroundings. It's nighttime, sure, but that is all that connects this place with the one that he collapsed in. That he should be in. And on top of that... he freezes, alert and panicked at once. Where the vinculum bond should be is nothing but a void.

That manages to even drown out that weird super-sized chicken standing behind the ....Gangrel? Maybe, the tail would point into that direction at least.

He can't focus enough to tell if this person is a vampire, because where is his pack, where is he, how did he get here-

Felih cocks his head at him, one ear perked towards him while the other flattens, a clear sign of befuddlement as his tail lashes low over the ground. Arms folded, he dismounts the monstrous leopard-thing and instead beckons at the weird super-sized chicken, which trots over.

The horsebird is carrying packs, but there's still room on its back for a person to sit.

"Hey. Can you hear me? Oi, I hope you speak common, because the only other tongue I know is Miqo'te and you're... clearly not one of us," he says, cracking a smile. "I don't bite."

"No, I'm not one of you." Obviously not. No furry bits. Never going to have furry bits, though he could get other funny bits if he chooses to.

...Though now that he has a closer look around and a closer look at this guy too, this looks more like "...I'm hallucinating, right?" He has no idea why or how, how would anyone have managed to drug him or otherwise control his brain into thinking that... this? That this is where he is.

"I'm just kidding anyway, I could understand you no matter what language you speak," Felih adds with a grin, "Perks of the job and all. Anyways- I'm pretty sure you're not hallucinating. Well, unless you're dehydrated- this is the middle of the desert... You need some water?"

With that, he reaches for a large canteen that hangs from the chocobo's many packs, and offers it to him.

"I'm Felih. What's your name, my very lost friend?"

"...Jackie.

And no, thanks. I'm fine." This really isn't a good time for explaining that he couldn't drink that water even if he wanted.

"I mean I guess if I'm hallucinating your water would be hallucinated too because I'm pretty sure you would be hallucinated and your ...giant chicken...

So anyway it wouldn't help because it would be like one of those mirror things over the desert, and such."

Felih seems confused to have the water refused, and tilts his head inquisitively before shrugging. "Suit yourself," he hums, before snorting. "Giant- hey, you're definitely not from around here, huh? It's called a chocobo," he says with a laugh. "Are you from Doma? You're a long way from home- or Mor Dhona, if that's where you were before," he hums.

"So, Jackie. I've got a friend named Jacke, fun guy, but besides the point. Where are you heading?"

"...I don't know." He'll just. Claim to have lost his memory. Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. It'll save him from answering questions that he cannot answer.

What the hell is this?

"None of that."

Felih tilts his head again, eyes narrowing in mild confusion. "You don't know... any of it? Ah... wait a minute, let me just..." he mutters to himself, stepping closer to Jackie and curiously looking him up and down, circling him much like a lion might its prey. "Something doesn't feel right about you... if this is the Sagoli... a zombie, maybe? But you don't look like one..."

"...I'm obviously not a zombie. Zombies just want to eat brains and can't talk properly, right? And parts fall off and such." At least that's what they seem to be doing in films most of the time.

Nope, being mistaken for a zombie is probably bad.

"Well, that's the thing. You don't Look like you're dead and rotting, but your aether's all wrong, and zombies have been rather clear-headed and even amicable since the Calamity scrambled their heads back into place," Felih comments, folding his arms over his chest as he continues to regard Jackie curiously.

"And you know, despite standing this close to you..." Felih comments, ears twitching. "I can't hear your heart beating." His smile's a bit wry. "Unless you've recently died, that is...? Maybe you haven't realized," he murmurs, quietly to himself, a small flash of pity in his eyes.

"...I have no idea." He's just. Going to stick to that story now. Yes.

"I mean, I don't really remember much? I know that I'm Jackie, and I ...I have a family?"

Felih's eyelids lower slightly as he regards Jackie with blatant disbelief, before he shakes his head.

"Your family, then. Perhaps if you remember something about them? It will lead us in a way to get you home," he offers. "Either way, you really ought to get onto Stormwind- that's the big green chocobo. I'll take you somewhere safe for now. The middle of the desert isn't safe for anyone."

He's just going to tag along. Maybe he's hallucinating, who knows, but if he isn't and... the world is full of really weird shit.

So he gets on the chocobo, a bit awkwardly but easily enough, and waits for Felih to lead the way.

"I should be able to describe them well enough."

"Well, it's somewhere to start," Felih hums.

The chocobo is rather docile, kneeling down to let Jackie climb onto its back. It has little trouble carrying him even with the packs already strapped to its sides- it just lets out a cheery "kweh!" before it starts following and walking alongside the giant leopard Felih is riding on.

With a small wave of his hand, a small tri-tailed creature- a fox? A puppy? Some odd mix of the two?- springs into existence, glowing and trotting alongside the pair dutifully, sometimes darting off to chase away sandworms as they traveled.

"Well, if you're this lost, I should warn you. Eorzean wilds are vicious and dangerous- it's not good to wander around places alone if you're not armed." He looks Jackie over curiously. "You don't seem the fighting type, though..."

"I'd rather not find out in a live-or-die situation," he shrugs, his tone dry. Because he isn't, not strictly - he can put up a fight if needed, but he'd really rather not.

Fights are just a hassle, and he might have to fix his face yet again...

"I doubt I'm weak, but if there's no technique to back what strength you have up, that'd be pretty useless, wouldn't it?"

Felih snorts slightly. "Yes, well, you're not wrong. I'll treat you as a civilian then, undead or not," he hums, turning his head to look him over again. "Truly, do you remember nothing? I don't mean to alarm you, but by all accounts, you have the aether of a man who is dead."

"...I'm obviously not dead!" He sounds rather more offended than alarmed at that, partly because excuse, he makes sure to maintain a healthy skintone and while he might be dead, strictly speaking, he very much likes to think that he doesn't look dead at all.

...But the guy was speaking of is aether... something like aura?

"I mean, I'm walking around and stuff. And I don't look dead I don't think." Unlike zombies.

He pauses, and, as if he only just noticed- "Though I'm not breathing. Past what I need to speak, I mean." Probably something the guy noticed anyway.

Jackie

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