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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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"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.

"That I have noticed," Felih hums. "I can hear very well, and you haven't breathed. Which is why I ask if you remember anything happening to you- by all accounts, you truly do have the aether of one of the many zombies found in this desert. You certainly don't look dead, but if you're recently deceased..." He shrugs.

"Normally I would have to fell you, but seeing as you've still retained your sense of self, you're not as dangerous as the others would be. You're not feeling a craving for human meat, are you?" It's almost joking, with the small, wry smile on his lips.

He continues to lead, his coeurl walking just slightly ahead of the pastel-green chocobo that Jackie is riding on. "I can take you to the U at the Forgotten Springs, but if there's naught else you can remember, it'll be harder to figure out how best to help you."

"Ew, no!" The answer is prompt and very much heartfelt - the thought of eating human meat (the thought of eating anything, period) is just incredibly gross, partly because he knows from experience that he'll throw it right back up and feel ill all day if he tries.

"...I don't think anything about me changed recently? I mean, the way I am feels perfectly comfortable and usual, and if I'd recently died or something I feel like it should feel off or something?

So I guess if I don't have a heartbeat I haven't had one for a while. It doesn't feel wrong to not have one."

Felih laughs then, bright and amused, as he turns and regards Jackie with a pleased expression. "Good, good. Then there's nothing to worry about, I suppose. You're certainly not dangerous-seeming," he muses. "Still, I hope you don't take it personally if I don't let my guard down."

"There have been quite a few beings who seemed to be in control of themselves until their inevitable fate destroyed what was left of their minds. Those forcefully transformed into monsters and undead, for one. Still... for one to remain looking so alive while clearly dead... you don't mind if I study your aether a while, do you?"

Of course, at the moment they're still riding through the hot desert, but still.

Jackie gives him an unsure look. "...Is that going to hurt or harm me or something?"

He doesn't see how it would really cause an issue - he knows what his aura looks like because he's been told, and it's essentially like that of a human, just duller and less colourful, with no other outstanding features. But he also doesn't know if an aether is really an aura, and if this is some kind of invasive thing, he's absolutely against it.

Felih laughs. "Of course not. I'm a healer- to examine the aether of others is second-nature. It's how we mind our teammates and make sure they're hale and whole- besides, the flow of aether around a body can tell you a lot about someone's healthy. Yours, for example, is very dull and faint, as if barely alive at all. Much like the zombies in the desert here," he hums.

"Anyways- what else do you remember of yourself? Are you interesting?" he jokes.

"Then yeah, sure." No reason to not let this guy study it then.

"...I don't know. I mean, I seem to have a pretty rad sense of fashion." (His fashion sense is atrocious. Don't be fooled. Absolutely atrocious.)

Felih wrinkles his nose a bit at him, glancing over his clothing. "It's certainly unique. Not like any fashions I have seen in Eorzea, at least. Which only has me continuing to thing you're one very lost traveler," he hums a little, shooting him a grin over his shoulder. "Ah, there's the Forgotten Springs."

Up ahead in the distance, a settlement can be seen in an oasis- and in the center of which, is a massive, floating and spinning column of crystal wrapped in golden rings. "That's the aetheryte up ahead, makes it easy to spot. We'll get you some food- er. That is, if dead men eat. Do you even need water?"

He's trying not to show how uncomfortable he actually is- most times he's dealt with undead, things usually go south. Not every time, of course, but still, it has him... wondering, how one can walk and talk while being so clearly dead.

And why some men died and others did not.

"...Probably not?"

He wants to say no very firmly, but it's not like he can bring up what he actually needs, and he's still pretending to be surprised about being dead.

So. He should probably not act like he has a detailed knowledge of his nutritious needs.

"And that looks pretty cool. Can you climb that? Or does it only look kinda solid from a distance? What is it? That thing there, in the middle of the place. Is that the aetheryte? So it's like... a collection of aethers?" He looks disturbed at that. "Does that mean they collect ghosts there, or something?"

"If you say so. Though if you suddenly collapse on us, we may have a problem. Ah, and the U won't take kindly if you go berserk either, so at the very least we don't have to worry about that either," he muses. "Ah- I do warn you, the U are a bit standoffish at first to outsiders, but they're perfectly hospitable once you get in their good graces. But we're just here to check on you somewhere safe- checking you over in the middle of the beast-infested desert probably wasn't the best idea."

Felih hums. "Well, at the very least, maybe we can figure out what to do with you. I wouldn't feel my best just leaving you alone to fend for yourself, but..."

"I'll probably figure it out. Maybe.

You don't make those U sound like they're my best bet at figuring things out if it's hard to get them to be hospitable." Or that's what what Felih said sounded like to him, anyway.

Felih laughs. "That's not quite it- they're just, you know. They've got to defend their home against zombies and the like all the time, so your undead ass is probably going to set off some alarms. Which is why we're only temporarily stopping at the Forgotten Springs- Ul'dah might be a better information hub for trying to figure out where you're from. Or maybe one of the other Scions would have a better idea of what to do with you."

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