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Mar. 9th, 2018 07:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
championless[ Though he was often summoned, today Th'ancred had decided to visit - no, not just decided. He had a bad feeling, and after making sure Minfilia would be safe, decided to go.
It also happened to be a day that Hawke had called Prastha in - for once, in her Imperial Robes. For their Empress, Hawke didn't seem to dress like this often - so it must be important. She's sitting at her desk, trying to remain straight-faced - trying to hide her small smile. The door is closed, and they're all alone. ]
Listen... I trust you, Prastha. Can you keep my next orders a secret--
--ohmygosh it's back. Uh, I won't try and pet them this time but I got them an adorable uniform and it even has tail holes and an ID card. [ Even now, Hawke gets distracted so easily. Or so it seems. ] Listen, did those burns heal? I'm-- sorry.
cutieblood_npcs[ It had been a long time coming - Minfilia wished to meet with the fragment of Hydaelyn who could now linger in this world, and Moenbryda had found it. After negotiating their terms of meeting - Rhel and Haurchefant would come along, and Sasaxia was promised a dragon ride later, and whatever happened would be told to that weird primal fusion of Yda and Papalymo - the setting had been decided.
It was not in the Rising Stones, nor the Waking Sands. No, both of those places were not neutral enough - especially with Y'shtola following. (She claimed it was because there might be a fight.) Eventually, after a few days, a location had been chosen - a small house, located close to the Hawthorne Hut. Light filtered in, warmly hiding the darkness which was to descend on this day.
Minfilia sat across from the doll, the angel which trapped the small part of Hydaelyn - who rested on the lap of the manipulated Haurchefant. Haurchefant, for his part, was trying not to listen to the screams in his head, the desires to simply strike. His duty was to Hydaelyn, but his desire was for this meeting as well. The first words heard, however, seemed to shock them all - for it was not to Minfilia, nor Rhel, nor even Y'shtola. No, it was to the fairy-esque Thancred. ]
You still smell of your homeshard.
[ Haurchefant was trying so hard not to say the words as the minion did. ]
It was not in the Rising Stones, nor the Waking Sands. No, both of those places were not neutral enough - especially with Y'shtola following. (She claimed it was because there might be a fight.) Eventually, after a few days, a location had been chosen - a small house, located close to the Hawthorne Hut. Light filtered in, warmly hiding the darkness which was to descend on this day.
Minfilia sat across from the doll, the angel which trapped the small part of Hydaelyn - who rested on the lap of the manipulated Haurchefant. Haurchefant, for his part, was trying not to listen to the screams in his head, the desires to simply strike. His duty was to Hydaelyn, but his desire was for this meeting as well. The first words heard, however, seemed to shock them all - for it was not to Minfilia, nor Rhel, nor even Y'shtola. No, it was to the fairy-esque Thancred. ]
You still smell of your homeshard.
[ Haurchefant was trying so hard not to say the words as the minion did. ]
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Sep. 3rd, 2017 09:33 pmcatcred[ Fuck.
Th'ancred Nunh had been captured, as he lingered in the East Shroud. Why had he been there? Rumours it's where Urianger has been killed. If he could find why, then he could... help more.
In Carbuncle form, he had slipped towards the Wall... and gotten knocked out. He had no idea where he awoke, except that he was in a cage, other animals around him. Blood was dried in his fur, and a magic disrupter had been chained to his leg. (Of course, he'd be able to be teleported away... but nobody would do that without warning.)
He was still in Carbuncle form - and there was an armoured man near him. A scent almost familiar came from the armour, but he wasn't thinking of it. No, he was letting out a soft whine, as the armoured man talked to the... other man. Draped in clothes more befitting a performer then any man of Garlemald, he shrugged and pointed to the cage.
It opened, and Th'ancred tried to make himself small and flat against the cage. The armoured man - Prastha - was offered a carrier by the other man - Amon - but all Th'ancred could think was that he had to do something. Anything. ]
Th'ancred Nunh had been captured, as he lingered in the East Shroud. Why had he been there? Rumours it's where Urianger has been killed. If he could find why, then he could... help more.
In Carbuncle form, he had slipped towards the Wall... and gotten knocked out. He had no idea where he awoke, except that he was in a cage, other animals around him. Blood was dried in his fur, and a magic disrupter had been chained to his leg. (Of course, he'd be able to be teleported away... but nobody would do that without warning.)
He was still in Carbuncle form - and there was an armoured man near him. A scent almost familiar came from the armour, but he wasn't thinking of it. No, he was letting out a soft whine, as the armoured man talked to the... other man. Draped in clothes more befitting a performer then any man of Garlemald, he shrugged and pointed to the cage.
It opened, and Th'ancred tried to make himself small and flat against the cage. The armoured man - Prastha - was offered a carrier by the other man - Amon - but all Th'ancred could think was that he had to do something. Anything. ]
