[Well, Takame won't force him. Not yet. He knows nothing of this guardian, but as Kaeya investigated Takame's eyes bore into him. Every step and even the slightest twitch of the tail he monitored.
What was shared was concerning though. Abyss Order, something he's never heard of before... but a group that organizes where they were in chaos before is never a good sign.]
I wasn't aware the void had order. [Said crossing his arms and not reacting to Kaeya being snide.] You aren't with them?
[That is such a loaded question. How he does he answer it. He pulls back and pulls a journal out of his hip pouch. He leans back in and starts to write the code down.]
I’m a stranded Knight of Favonius trying to figure out what the enemy of my nation is doing. In hopes of stopping it and getting home. Whether you believe me or not is not my problem.
[He pulls back and holds up the journal.] As I said, ruin guardians are usually just a hazard. It looks like they’re manipulating them. To what end...I have suspicions.
[His ears flick and he takes a slow breath to think past the pain. He isn’t in good shape. Not even close. It’s a lot closer to that rainy night when his Vision first appeared and Diluc’s grief and rage threatened to engulf them both.]
To that end I’d like to ask. Is it none of you know what sites like this are that you leave them? There is so much hydro energy in the air it’s a sea in of itself. It can’t be good for the land.
Knight of... Favonius? [The name was repeated slowly, it was foreign to him. But no less something to remember. The voidsent are an enemy of his nation... was this once a land on the Thirteenth, he wondered?
He tilted his head upwards to catch a glimpse of what the Miqo'te was writing down. His height granted him advantage there that wasn't needed after the journal was lifted. Like the named organization, the runes were unknown to him. The crystals though, to some extent, were.]
The Calamity caused the crystal to form. To investigate it carelessly is to ask for death.
[Answers met with answers in fairness. It was painfully obvious the man wasn't doing well. Takame's orders were to bring him in in one piece, alive. He repeated, more insistent:] You need a healer.
A calamity. [There’s a world in that statement. He looks around the blast site and slips off the ruin guardian. Standing is awful. He wraps his arm around his middle again and breathes.
Steady.] So that’s a no, then. Each site like this has be saturated in the elementary energy of the god-
[His ears tilt as he looks around and tries out a word he’s been hearing lately.] The primal that made it.
[He paces a few steps away from the machine and looks around one more time. Silently he tucks his journal away.] You’re not going to leave me be.
[Its a statement. He sighs.] Even with all this energy here that puts me at the level of an Archon if I use it. I couldn’t escape you. Not without killing you.
[He sighs again.] I am only after the Abyss Order. You are not my enemy.
[He puts his wrists together and holds his arms up like a prisoner in chains.] I surrender.
[Takame nodded. He knew about the primals, but not about the Calamity... something that, if Takame's theory was correct, would have been directly linked to his home.
Theories. Not for him to dwell upon. A scowl came to his face again at the possibility of this man killing him despite how quickly it was dropped and how he seemed to want to avoid it. And the way 'Archon' was used... it was a very different title for Takame, but the way it was said made it seem like this man saw them as some sort of kami.
Surrender made things easier. Takame reached behind him into a bag fastened above his tail to pull out a length of rope. He didn't waste time using it to bind the Miqo'te's hands together, looking up at him with a furrow of his brow before tightening a knot while looking him dead in the eye. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make a point.
There's a long pause before he turns away and whistles for his Chocobo before looking at his company. He would care less normally, but.] Tell me your name.
[He sighs. This is going to be a long and drawn out pain in his ass. His tail swishes with his annoyance. He could break this rope so easily.
No.
This is within his objectives. His ears shift back and forth as he pays attention to the noises of their surroundings. Like he thought wildlife stays away from this spot. Not a good sign.] You know you could try to be civil.
I did surrender voluntarily.
[There’s a pause because he wants to make it clear that he’s cooperating because he wants to. Not because he has to.] Kaeya Alberich of the Knights of Favonius.
[He dips his head in respectful acknowledgement. But his face is a little paler. He’s running close to his limits. He could push himself but no.] You can still ask questions but in return I want to ask a few of my own.
A crueler man wouldn't even give this level of civility. [Said absent mindedly tapping his fingers against his sword's sheathe as someone who once was said crueler man. As someone who also knew Kaeya could easily break his bonds. But even the strongest ice mage couldn't cast with a sword through his neck.
For a man assumedly of the Thirteenth, his given name was at least standard of the Source for his race.]
Kae'ya. [Repeated to commit to memory with a notable emphasis put on the latter half of the name.] When and if your innocence is proven, I'll offer my apologies.
[Said looking into the distance as he watched his bird approach from the air. As it did Takame tapped at something hidden under his horn and behind his hair that made a high pitched hum.]
He is apprehended, but injured. Please prepare a room.
[In the time it took him to reach out, his bird landed carefully next to the two. He whispered to it, falling back into his first language by habit, but with weary Kweh! it kneeled to the ground. Takame tugged at the bonds, gentle compared to earlier, signaling for Kaeya to follow him on.] You are welcome to. However I would suggest saving your energy.
[He had seen birds like these at a distance. Seeing them up close is different. He can’t resist making a soft crooning sound he uses on horses. He once used it when he and Diluc learned to train hunting hawks with Master Crepus.
He takes slow steps towards the bird with his tail curling at the tip.] Your suggestion is noted. But, this is my investigation.
[The shade of the captain he is edges his voice. He smiles right after.] Tell me about the calamity and primals. I understand the primals are condensed elemental energy but I never stuck around places long enough to learn more.
Hm. [Something deep within Takame wanted to fold to the authority in Kaeya's voice. There was an agitated twitch in his tail as he willed himself not to, this man is no commander of his, and taking such commands wasn't his life anymore.
With a small shake of his head, he spoke quietly to his Chocobo again. His tone was soft and accommodating, but subtly urgent. Despite that the inflection at the end of his foreign words sounded more like a request than a command.
Another Kweh!!, more assertive. When Kaeya was comfortably secure on his bird, Takame made his way on as well and gestured for it to move towards Moraby Drydocks. His chocobo was more suited to a Roegadyn man due to the lack of Au Ra in the region at the time, but it worked in his favor as it allowed more than one to mount.]
... When Dalamud fell Bahamut emerged and his rage fell upon Eorzea. But long before that did the beast tribes gather crystals to summon false images of their gods whose mere presence drains the land of its aether.
Correct. [On all accounts. But the way Kaeya pieced this together... was he not aware? For someone from another of Hydaelyn's shards to make it to the Source there had to have been some knowledge shared of The Calamity at least.
Takame tucked his hair tail into his collar to prevent it from preventing Kaeya from speaking as they flew against the wind. He'd rather not make the man waste anymore energy than needed swatting his hair away.]
The words of legends and worship form the primals' appearance, as such their accuracy cannot be taken as entirely reliable. Though they are all fashioned in some way after their respective tribes. [Takame intentionally gave fairly common knowledge, better to fish out what Kaeya already knew than share confidential information.]
[His ears betray him by popping up. But he is deep in the hunt now and nothing will sway him from it. The true face of a primal is-] And that is why they are not a god but an artistic, often idealized version. Their summoner’s beliefs and faith are what shape the direction the energy takes.
The god itself is unknown. Possibly a figure from legend that became a god in the eyes of their people over the years.
[He hadn’t even needed to catch himself to avoid giving things away. This doesn’t sound like an Archon at all.]
And the people that make them don’t realize the might of the places they impacted. None of you did.
They care not for the consequences. Only for salvation and retribution in the here and now. [Such is man's lot. To take and to break and to look out for only themselves under a guise. But just what did Kaeya want to learn? How much did he know about this order? Questions for later, for when he didn't seem on the verge of collapse.
Takame had several he wanted to know simply for him, not for the alliance. The thought of asking them brought another nervous twitch of his tail as the glow of Moraby Drydocks' Aetheryte shined brighter the nearer they got. A shift of his reins and a whispered command had the Chocobo begin to make his descent onto the dock.]
Are you so surprised? The desperate lose any sense. They’re clinging to a feeble hope that everything will turn out alright.
[The bird is descending. He can see the light of the crystal and his strength is fading. He did too much today. The damage that damn Ruin Guardian did didn’t help. Nor did almost drowning in Hydro energy.
He sways a little and when the bird lands his conscious winks out and in his ears all he can hear is his father.
Yes. The desperate will do anything so their hopes won’t be snuffed out. He slips off the bird and falls with a thud to the ground. Face and hair damp with a slight sheen of sweat. He had fought to stay conscious for too long.]
[No. He wasn't surprised. But such words from a man who he still didn't trust did nothing to clear suspicion or Takame's nerves.]
... ?! [He turned when he felt Kaeya slip, tail lifting in surprise as he descended. His bird tended to squat upon landing which alleviated the fall, but it was still a hard one that Takame wasn't fast enough to stop.
He should have seen this coming, that was his sole thought as he kneeled beside Kaeya and checked his slow pulse. Alive, still injured. Exhausted. Takame was careful as he lifted the Miqo'te's unconscious body in both of his arms and gave his bird the command to stay for now. Entering the docks he saw his Hyuran Alliance contact and requested to be led to the prepared room with a healer at the ready where he left Kaeya in their care.
Some time later on he'll return to the room. Until then he would stable and treat his Chocobo and nervously pace about the plaza. Once approval was given, however, Takame would enter the room, sitting at a table set adjacent to the bed.]
[Kaeya lays on his back with his dark blue hair loose. His eyepatch is still on his face. Bandages wrap around his now bare chest and torso. He’s been stripped down to his pants.
For the first hour he doesn’t even stir. Thirty minutes into the second hour he stirs and his lone eye opens slowly. His ears twitch. Then his eye widens as he shoots up in bed.
Pain slaps his senses and he drops back against the bed with a hissed curse in his native tongue. He freezes when his eye catches Takame sitting near by.] ...hello again.
[On the few chances he had, Takame did watch over Kaeya. His injuries were very real, but he didn't want to run the risk of him waking sooner than expected and making his retreat.
It wasn't a surprise to see his wounds run so far along his body, and it wasn't the first time Takame had seen a man stripped to borderline decency this month. This week. He shifted his body halfway to sit sideways in his chair and face Kaeya, elbows pressed against his knees and chin resting against his hands balled into fists.]
The Alliance will have their own questions, but there is much I would ask you myself. [Much he would confirm. A pause and another twitch of his tail, he ought to start simple.] From where do you and this Abyss Order hail and how have you come here?
[Ah, that question. He lays back against the pillow and traps his tail under his leg. He still doesn’t have enough control of it to fully hide his moods.]
The Abyss Order’s original home is a complicated answer. Let’s leave it at they come from the Abyss. Something that lies between. Where time is slower and all things are...different.
[He closes his eye. They had healed him but not enough to put him at his usual fighting shape. Of course.] I’m from the continent of Teyvat. Domain of The Seven. Specifically from the city Nation of Mondstadt.
As for how I came here. I was chasing them through a ruin...and was pulled into a rift they made. I woke up here with more limbs, [His ears twitch.] Than I usually have.
I know a few of my coworkers who would say wolf ears would be a better fit. [He flashes a smile that’s all teeth.]
What you describe is commonly referred to as the void, but you say you aren't with them. [His tail flicked at the description of the Abyss, but the rest... it was impossible for the Thirteenth to pull enough of itself together to form a continent let alone a nation with an organization of Knights.
Takame's eyes were drawn to the ear movements. New limbs, he called them...]
You imply you aren't a Miqo'te. [How was that even possible... he'd heard the one off rumor of the mystical Fantasia potion, but. Such matters went far over his head. Logging the wolf quip in his mind but not commenting on it, Takame continued.]
Aetherial rifts have appeared throughout the realm. If what you say is true, might I assume they are this Abyss Order's doing?
That is correct. They’re quite adept at that. Whether the Abyss and the void are the same...I don’t know. One could lead into the other for all I know. [Kaeya shoves the pillow up behind him and pulls himself up. His body doesn’t like the motion but he prefers being upright. They hadn’t removed his vision from his belt.
If he needs to run, he has options. He taps the tip of one of his ears and lets it shift.]
They seek to pull down the gods and devour everything in the Abyss. That’s been their aim from the beginning and I wonder if they seek sources of power from this world. It wouldn’t be the first time they used what was left behind.
So they are harbingers of chaos. [Sounded like common behavior for the desperate. To bring everything else down around them for a purpose they deemed greater with no further regard. Takame's eyes fell shut, contemplative. Each shard is not so different in that regard, be they full of cutthroats or heretical mages.
He mustn't allow such thoughts to come to light. His thumb tapped against the scales on his chin, half to relieve the nervous energy that began to boil over in him.]
What sort of ruin did the rift that brought you here appear in? [If it was of Allagan design, it would explain much and give him a source of further information. His eyes opened slowly, giving Kaeya a long and meticulous scan from head to toe and back again while awaiting the answer.]
[He doesn't even hesitate. He's on the job right now and brevity is for other times.] Most ruins in Mondstadt are made of advanced magical arts long lost to the rest of us.
From the very gateways to the cut of the stone.
[He gestures with his hand and lays it back on his thigh.] Unless you mean where I arrived here. There was a lot of advanced machinery.
[Then his eye goes dark and his face flat and serious.] And there were corpses. It looks like the ancients of your land quite enjoyed their experiments.
[There's an edge to his voice. He clearly doesn't like the thought of biological experiments. At all. And anyone doing them would have an enemy.]
I see. [Both the before and after point to Allagan design, especially Kaeya's arrival to this shard. Part of him relaxed upon hearing Kaeya's tone. For as emotionally inept as he was, Takame had a talent for sensing genuine anger.
With good reason as well.]
The Allagans had little regard for human life. [His tone was grim, as if those who still don't remain. In a place like Garlemald who Allag shared an Emperor with. His lips purse at the thought and a breath comes out heavier and quicker. His theory proved correct, at least. But to learn how he would need to consult an expert. For later. For the alliance to request of him.
There's a long pause, the only sound being the tapping of his tail against the table leg as he sat upright in his chair.]
There is... one more thing I would ask. [There was hesitation in the way his voice softened.] The aether that swirls around you... save for traces of the umbral, it is almost entirely ice-aspected. 'Tis almost as if you've been touched by a primal of ice, though one has not existed for some time. [The edge of his tail curled in on itself under the table.] Why is that?
[It takes everything not to stiffen. His fellow Mondstadters couldn't ever find that out. To be this exposed. He flicks his left ear as he lays back against the pillow.
His expression is still serious but shades of exhaustion leak through. It seems safer to allow it to be seen.]
That is the nature of my magic. It is entirely Cryo. It comes at a cost, as all things do. Those who use magic back home even the gods themselves are singularly aspected.
[Entirely... "Cryo", he says. Earlier he described the crystals' energy as "Hyrdo"... Takame tilted his head before a splitting pain suddenly shot through it. Like the light in the room itself drove a spear right through it...
He brought a hand to his head, as if to dull the pain and his vision blurred...]
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What was shared was concerning though. Abyss Order, something he's never heard of before... but a group that organizes where they were in chaos before is never a good sign.]
I wasn't aware the void had order. [Said crossing his arms and not reacting to Kaeya being snide.] You aren't with them?
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I’m a stranded Knight of Favonius trying to figure out what the enemy of my nation is doing. In hopes of stopping it and getting home. Whether you believe me or not is not my problem.
[He pulls back and holds up the journal.] As I said, ruin guardians are usually just a hazard. It looks like they’re manipulating them. To what end...I have suspicions.
[His ears flick and he takes a slow breath to think past the pain. He isn’t in good shape. Not even close. It’s a lot closer to that rainy night when his Vision first appeared and Diluc’s grief and rage threatened to engulf them both.]
To that end I’d like to ask. Is it none of you know what sites like this are that you leave them? There is so much hydro energy in the air it’s a sea in of itself. It can’t be good for the land.
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He tilted his head upwards to catch a glimpse of what the Miqo'te was writing down. His height granted him advantage there that wasn't needed after the journal was lifted. Like the named organization, the runes were unknown to him. The crystals though, to some extent, were.]
The Calamity caused the crystal to form. To investigate it carelessly is to ask for death.
[Answers met with answers in fairness. It was painfully obvious the man wasn't doing well. Takame's orders were to bring him in in one piece, alive. He repeated, more insistent:] You need a healer.
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Steady.] So that’s a no, then. Each site like this has be saturated in the elementary energy of the god-
[His ears tilt as he looks around and tries out a word he’s been hearing lately.] The primal that made it.
[He paces a few steps away from the machine and looks around one more time. Silently he tucks his journal away.] You’re not going to leave me be.
[Its a statement. He sighs.] Even with all this energy here that puts me at the level of an Archon if I use it. I couldn’t escape you. Not without killing you.
[He sighs again.] I am only after the Abyss Order. You are not my enemy.
[He puts his wrists together and holds his arms up like a prisoner in chains.] I surrender.
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Theories. Not for him to dwell upon. A scowl came to his face again at the possibility of this man killing him despite how quickly it was dropped and how he seemed to want to avoid it. And the way 'Archon' was used... it was a very different title for Takame, but the way it was said made it seem like this man saw them as some sort of kami.
Surrender made things easier. Takame reached behind him into a bag fastened above his tail to pull out a length of rope. He didn't waste time using it to bind the Miqo'te's hands together, looking up at him with a furrow of his brow before tightening a knot while looking him dead in the eye. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make a point.
There's a long pause before he turns away and whistles for his Chocobo before looking at his company. He would care less normally, but.] Tell me your name.
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No.
This is within his objectives. His ears shift back and forth as he pays attention to the noises of their surroundings. Like he thought wildlife stays away from this spot. Not a good sign.] You know you could try to be civil.
I did surrender voluntarily.
[There’s a pause because he wants to make it clear that he’s cooperating because he wants to. Not because he has to.] Kaeya Alberich of the Knights of Favonius.
[He dips his head in respectful acknowledgement. But his face is a little paler. He’s running close to his limits. He could push himself but no.] You can still ask questions but in return I want to ask a few of my own.
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For a man assumedly of the Thirteenth, his given name was at least standard of the Source for his race.]
Kae'ya. [Repeated to commit to memory with a notable emphasis put on the latter half of the name.] When and if your innocence is proven, I'll offer my apologies.
[Said looking into the distance as he watched his bird approach from the air. As it did Takame tapped at something hidden under his horn and behind his hair that made a high pitched hum.]
He is apprehended, but injured. Please prepare a room.
[In the time it took him to reach out, his bird landed carefully next to the two. He whispered to it, falling back into his first language by habit, but with weary Kweh! it kneeled to the ground. Takame tugged at the bonds, gentle compared to earlier, signaling for Kaeya to follow him on.] You are welcome to. However I would suggest saving your energy.
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He takes slow steps towards the bird with his tail curling at the tip.] Your suggestion is noted. But, this is my investigation.
[The shade of the captain he is edges his voice. He smiles right after.] Tell me about the calamity and primals. I understand the primals are condensed elemental energy but I never stuck around places long enough to learn more.
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With a small shake of his head, he spoke quietly to his Chocobo again. His tone was soft and accommodating, but subtly urgent. Despite that the inflection at the end of his foreign words sounded more like a request than a command.
Another Kweh!!, more assertive. When Kaeya was comfortably secure on his bird, Takame made his way on as well and gestured for it to move towards Moraby Drydocks. His chocobo was more suited to a Roegadyn man due to the lack of Au Ra in the region at the time, but it worked in his favor as it allowed more than one to mount.]
... When Dalamud fell Bahamut emerged and his rage fell upon Eorzea. But long before that did the beast tribes gather crystals to summon false images of their gods whose mere presence drains the land of its aether.
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Hm. So these crystals contain elemental energy and great piles of them collected together make the primals. And they’re not natural...
[They can’t be. He folds his ears back as the wind roars past them and rights them.] Bahamut was a primal. ...and Dalamund some kind of seal? No.
[He shakes his head.] Prison?
False images...tell me do we even know the true faces of their gods or yours?
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Takame tucked his hair tail into his collar to prevent it from preventing Kaeya from speaking as they flew against the wind. He'd rather not make the man waste anymore energy than needed swatting his hair away.]
The words of legends and worship form the primals' appearance, as such their accuracy cannot be taken as entirely reliable. Though they are all fashioned in some way after their respective tribes. [Takame intentionally gave fairly common knowledge, better to fish out what Kaeya already knew than share confidential information.]
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The god itself is unknown. Possibly a figure from legend that became a god in the eyes of their people over the years.
[He hadn’t even needed to catch himself to avoid giving things away. This doesn’t sound like an Archon at all.]
And the people that make them don’t realize the might of the places they impacted. None of you did.
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Takame had several he wanted to know simply for him, not for the alliance. The thought of asking them brought another nervous twitch of his tail as the glow of Moraby Drydocks' Aetheryte shined brighter the nearer they got. A shift of his reins and a whispered command had the Chocobo begin to make his descent onto the dock.]
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[The bird is descending. He can see the light of the crystal and his strength is fading. He did too much today. The damage that damn Ruin Guardian did didn’t help. Nor did almost drowning in Hydro energy.
He sways a little and when the bird lands his conscious winks out and in his ears all he can hear is his father.
Yes. The desperate will do anything so their hopes won’t be snuffed out. He slips off the bird and falls with a thud to the ground. Face and hair damp with a slight sheen of sweat. He had fought to stay conscious for too long.]
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... ?! [He turned when he felt Kaeya slip, tail lifting in surprise as he descended. His bird tended to squat upon landing which alleviated the fall, but it was still a hard one that Takame wasn't fast enough to stop.
He should have seen this coming, that was his sole thought as he kneeled beside Kaeya and checked his slow pulse. Alive, still injured. Exhausted. Takame was careful as he lifted the Miqo'te's unconscious body in both of his arms and gave his bird the command to stay for now. Entering the docks he saw his Hyuran Alliance contact and requested to be led to the prepared room with a healer at the ready where he left Kaeya in their care.
Some time later on he'll return to the room. Until then he would stable and treat his Chocobo and nervously pace about the plaza. Once approval was given, however, Takame would enter the room, sitting at a table set adjacent to the bed.]
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For the first hour he doesn’t even stir. Thirty minutes into the second hour he stirs and his lone eye opens slowly. His ears twitch. Then his eye widens as he shoots up in bed.
Pain slaps his senses and he drops back against the bed with a hissed curse in his native tongue. He freezes when his eye catches Takame sitting near by.] ...hello again.
Shall we continue our questions?
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It wasn't a surprise to see his wounds run so far along his body, and it wasn't the first time Takame had seen a man stripped to borderline decency this month. This week. He shifted his body halfway to sit sideways in his chair and face Kaeya, elbows pressed against his knees and chin resting against his hands balled into fists.]
The Alliance will have their own questions, but there is much I would ask you myself. [Much he would confirm. A pause and another twitch of his tail, he ought to start simple.] From where do you and this Abyss Order hail and how have you come here?
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The Abyss Order’s original home is a complicated answer. Let’s leave it at they come from the Abyss. Something that lies between. Where time is slower and all things are...different.
[He closes his eye. They had healed him but not enough to put him at his usual fighting shape. Of course.] I’m from the continent of Teyvat. Domain of The Seven. Specifically from the city Nation of Mondstadt.
As for how I came here. I was chasing them through a ruin...and was pulled into a rift they made. I woke up here with more limbs, [His ears twitch.] Than I usually have.
I know a few of my coworkers who would say wolf ears would be a better fit. [He flashes a smile that’s all teeth.]
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Takame's eyes were drawn to the ear movements. New limbs, he called them...]
You imply you aren't a Miqo'te. [How was that even possible... he'd heard the one off rumor of the mystical Fantasia potion, but. Such matters went far over his head. Logging the wolf quip in his mind but not commenting on it, Takame continued.]
Aetherial rifts have appeared throughout the realm. If what you say is true, might I assume they are this Abyss Order's doing?
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If he needs to run, he has options. He taps the tip of one of his ears and lets it shift.]
They seek to pull down the gods and devour everything in the Abyss. That’s been their aim from the beginning and I wonder if they seek sources of power from this world. It wouldn’t be the first time they used what was left behind.
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He mustn't allow such thoughts to come to light. His thumb tapped against the scales on his chin, half to relieve the nervous energy that began to boil over in him.]
What sort of ruin did the rift that brought you here appear in? [If it was of Allagan design, it would explain much and give him a source of further information. His eyes opened slowly, giving Kaeya a long and meticulous scan from head to toe and back again while awaiting the answer.]
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From the very gateways to the cut of the stone.
[He gestures with his hand and lays it back on his thigh.] Unless you mean where I arrived here. There was a lot of advanced machinery.
[Then his eye goes dark and his face flat and serious.] And there were corpses. It looks like the ancients of your land quite enjoyed their experiments.
[There's an edge to his voice. He clearly doesn't like the thought of biological experiments. At all. And anyone doing them would have an enemy.]
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With good reason as well.]
The Allagans had little regard for human life. [His tone was grim, as if those who still don't remain. In a place like Garlemald who Allag shared an Emperor with. His lips purse at the thought and a breath comes out heavier and quicker. His theory proved correct, at least. But to learn how he would need to consult an expert. For later. For the alliance to request of him.
There's a long pause, the only sound being the tapping of his tail against the table leg as he sat upright in his chair.]
There is... one more thing I would ask. [There was hesitation in the way his voice softened.] The aether that swirls around you... save for traces of the umbral, it is almost entirely ice-aspected. 'Tis almost as if you've been touched by a primal of ice, though one has not existed for some time. [The edge of his tail curled in on itself under the table.] Why is that?
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His expression is still serious but shades of exhaustion leak through. It seems safer to allow it to be seen.]
That is the nature of my magic. It is entirely Cryo. It comes at a cost, as all things do. Those who use magic back home even the gods themselves are singularly aspected.
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He brought a hand to his head, as if to dull the pain and his vision blurred...]
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