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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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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."

Oh. Well.

...Maybe he should find a way to put forward that he's a vampire, not a zombie, but then who knows what the people here think about vampires...

"You're a Scion?" Considering that he said 'the others'. ...And what exactly would a Scion be...

"And I just want to go home, wherever that is, so if one of them can help me with that..."

Felih nods. "I am. We're a small but rather influential group, from all walks of life and with many different skill sets. Mine just happens to be slaying gods," he says with a laugh. "Urianger is a master of things arcane and extraplanar, Y'shtola works wonders with conjury and magic, Thancred is king of the underground and bladework, Krile is wonderful with aetherial magicks and tracking, Lyse was our muscle for a time until she left to guide her country back to its former glory. There used to be more of us, but..."

He trails off and shrugs, but the slump of his shoulders afterwards carries the weight of defeat.

"Anyways, I'm sure one of them might be able to figure out where 'home' is for you. Maybe if Krile and Urianger work together. They're clever like that."

"...I'm absolutely ready to meet them, then." If they can help him home, he's going to stick around as long as necessary.

"But is there anything that you'd want to do me in return?" Things of that magnitude don't tend to come for free, after all.

Felih hums. "Good, then. Ah, well- considering you remember little and less of yourself, there's not much I can ask you to do, is there?" he muses. "To be honest, I'm terribly curious about your circumstances. It's not often you see dead men walking that aren't zombies," he muses. "Not to mention existentially disturbing, but at this point I've seen so much that defies what I thought I knew of the world that little phases me," he says with a tired sigh, before patting his coeurl, which lets out a low, muffled roar as reply as it ambles through the sand towards the Forgotten Springs Aetheryte.

"Do you remember aught at all?"

Jackie looks at the coeurl in alarm when it roars and kind of... doesn't move away from it because he can't on top of his ride, but he definitely looks like he'd like to.

"Well, I know that ...I'm Jackie? And that I normally have a family, or something. But they aren't here.

And that nothing of this looks familiar at all. Things should be significantly different."

Felih laughs at Jackie's alarmed expression, chirping, "Oh, don't you worry. Astra's plenty friendly- he's just pleased to be pet." He continued stroking the beast's neck, earning a low rumble that was like a purr. "He won't do any harm unless I command him to."

Stormwind, the green chocobo Jackie is riding, is unperturbed by the wildcat's vocalizations, just trooping along without a worry.

"I see... what do you mean by 'different'? Perhaps I'll recognize the land you're from. I've traveled all over," he explains, before they arrive at the gates of the Forgotten Springs.

All around are Miqo'te, presumably the U clan, and they wave at Felih and curiously examine Jackie but otherwise leave them be as they enter the clan grounds, walking towards one of the many large tents. "Here, this way. It's a healing tent, but unless someone got hurt hunting, it's usually empty. I'll check on you here. Do you need anything? Water? Food?" he asks. He's really not sure about the logistics of how a dead man keeps walking, but... well.

"I don't know, just... you shouldn't be able to see that far, for one? That seems wrong." All right. How to describe western Sweden in negatives. "At least not... over land? And there should be more vegetation. And settlements."

He frowns, thinking, and then gets sidetracked by the question about food or water. "I don't think I need any? I don't feel hungry or thirsty, anyway."

And luckily he actually isn't thirsty at all. He should be able to go for a couple of days without finding a source of blood, and that is good because it's pretty sure that that one will not go over well with his host. Hopefully they can find something soon...

"Shouldn't be able to see that far...?" Felih echoes, before humming. "Perhaps a busier landscape, then. The wide, flat expanses of Thanalan rarely are so occluded... Do you remember great forests, or perhaps seas?" It would at least point him in another direction.

"Well, if you're sure..." he muses when Jackie says he's not needing anything. He finally dismounts near the healing tent he'd pointed out earlier, before offering a hand to help Jackie down from the chocobo. "Do you feel tired at all?"

"...I'll probably feel tired eventually, but not right now. Too much going on, I guess." He raises a hand for a vague gesture.

"And...sea? I think there was sea, and then busier landscape on the other side?"

"That's understandable," Felih says, before humming. "Sea, but busier on the other side... Limsa Lominsa, perhaps, or the shores of Vylbrand or La Noscea..." he sighs. "Still, perhaps it's better to take you to the Scions before dragging you across the continent."

He settles on one of the mats in the tent, and gestures for Jackie to sit. "Come on, then. I want to see that aether and make sure you're not actually a beast in disguise," he says with a joking laugh.

"I'd rather see them first before. Especially if they're on this side of the continent." A continent seems like an awfully long distance, especially when you're going on the back of mounts. He's pretty sure he'll have to heal his butt constantly if that happens. Vampires might be superior, but even so he already feels sore from an hour's ride. He's pretty sure he'll actually hurt himself on day-long rides.

"...I'm pretty sure I'm not." Says the person who is on the inside getting ready for a fight right this moment. Because guess what sits at the core of every vampire, closer to the surface in some than in others... Though his Beast might not show up in a way intelligible to Felih, and he might well mean something else entirely.

Felih laughs then. "Luckily for you, there is an old Scion base here in Thanalan. It's farther north of here, but much closer than it would be if we were to travel to another region."

Still, his tail sways idly as he waits for Jackie to sit. "Oh, come now. I know it's a bit scary to think that something about you has been altered, but it's better to know sooner than later."

He gives in and sits down where Felih asked him to sit, uncomfortably and ready to jump up again.

At least he tries to relax, at least somewhat. ...Not that it really works.

Felih hums and reaches out, letting his hands hover over Jackie's body but not touch it, as they start to glow with silvery-blue aether. It's not painful, if anything, it's a soothing sensation, cool and refreshing, as he slowly moves his hands over each of his limbs, his head, and his torso, curiously examining the aether he finds. He seems more baffled the more he studies it.

Eventually, he simply seems to stop and blink at him.

"Er, well, there's good news and bad news, I suppose, but..." he murmurs. "You- well, I- that is, your aether... well, a being like you shouldn't... exist...? I'd thought them mere myth..." he murmurs, before curiously humming. "See, it's almost as if you're voidsent, but you don't... actually look like voidsent, or act like voidsent, or attack living beings to drain their aether like voidsent. Uh."

Jackie doesn't relax - he's way too tense to be soothed, really, even if the sensation isn't unpleasant.

The only thing placating him some, at least, is that Felih's face mostly communicates confusion, and doesn't grow any more hostile as he goes on.

"What does voidsent mean, exactly? Like those beings you mentioned earlier?"

Felih is, in fact, incredibly confused. "Well, er, voidsent are demonic beings from a world that was consumed entirely by darkness. They used to be creatures- humans included- that resided on the world, until darkness overwhelmed the world and corrupted all its inhabitants..."

He just looks stumped, and regards him curiously. "Voidsent thrive off the aether of living beings here on our plane. And your signature, in your core aether, there's a pattern almost like that- of a being that lives off others' energy. And yet, the rest of you is... well." He just gestures at Jackie's everything. "Harmless."

"...living of others' energy? I can't even see this aether thing."

He's certainly doing his best to look harmless, thank you, Felih.

"That's the odd thing. You seem to have no real magical training or martial training at all," Felih hums. "It doesn't make sense..." Still, he shakes his head and hums. "Well, if that's all there is, I suppose there's no harm in bringing you to the Waking Sands. It'll be safe there, and we can sort out what to do with you."

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