daemonized | EL NYSA IC INBOX.

( so. knock, knock, knock on her door? she doesn't actually stay in the living area to hear how many knocks there precisely are. but she hears at least one, so that's her cue to leave her writing and go to open the door. )

Hello there. Go ahead and come in.

( welcome to her temporary home. though the time she's allowed to stay may be short the place has obviously been meticulous cleaned, sanitised, and organised. having only one other roommate, and a nice one at that, it's been easier than she'd expected.

she steps aside with a faint smile on her face. eat your heart out, dustman. )

A series of unfortunate events has made it mildly difficult to settle in, but it would seem like most of those matters are handled. And so, I ask if you are able to have that chat?

[ X’rhun has been able to piece together just how the calendar in this place relates to the calendar of his home world, and given that winter is on the horizon, it seems it’s time for the Starlight Celebration.

Mayhap that’s not a thing here, not really, but he’ll hold onto whatever pieces of home he can. ]

Good day, my friend. I was wondering if I might borrow a moment of your time at some point?

[ How did this box get to Ardyn's doorstep? It's a mystery – a mystery that involves calling in a few favors from an Olympian or fellow refugee or two. It's not a large package, though somewhat heavy for its size. There is no return address, nothing to indicate who it may be from.

But X'rhun knows Ardyn, and he knows his curiosity will eventually get the better of him, so when Ardyn opens the box, he will first find a length of shimmering gold cloth. It is a scarf, the fabric lightweight and simple, unremarkable if not for the metallic nature of the color. He's had those damn jars of dye for so long, why not use it?

The scarf is wrapped carefully around the second object, and tied with a no doubt familiar red ribbon. Removing the scarf will reveal a solid gold statue of a book. A bit perplexing at first, probably, but when Ardyn takes the statue in hand, runs his fingers over the surface, the nature of it subtly shifts. Gold is breathed into paper, and the book flips open with a whisper of now very real pages.

Inside, there is... a note. A very long note, written in neat script by whatever magic or technology or both that lives in this tome. It reads: ]

When are you next patrolling?

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[ Hello Ardyn, are you getting sick of random photographs from X’rhun? Hopefully not, because here’s another. This time, the red mage himself is absent from the photo, which instead shows a white chocobo of all things. It’s sitting, legs tucked beneath it, in the grass somewhere, head tilted curiously at the strange device being used to capture its likeness.

This is a Hydaelyn-brand bird, since it looks like a smaller version of the one that was at Alisaie and Prompto’s wedding. ]

The Natha brought be a friend, it seems.

[ The station is in disarray. The Natha can’t have been gone long, and already it seems to X’rhun that the place is falling apart at the seams. However, such things are far, far beyond him. They’ve no technology even close to this where he comes from, and while he’s familiarized himself with the communication devices and things like Prompto’s camera, the station is a different animal altogether.

All he can do is wait for sharper minds than his to step in to help.

In the meantime, he has taken to checking up on his loved ones still in stasis more often than normal. Thank the Twelve that the stasis room seems to be able to function on its own, but every time he crosses the threshold, there is a lingering dread that he will find darkened, thawing tubes, and the forms therein still and silent for completely different reasons.

Gods willing, that will never come to pass.

Arya is much as X’rhun remembers her, not just from his previous visits, but from their parting in Mor Dhona, when he bade her and the Warrior of Light farewell so that he might continue his pilgrimage. Funny, that his journey should continue on a completely different world, and it seems a terrible shame that she is not awake to see it. She would like Alisaie and Prompto both, and there is a part of him that yet holds out hope of having all of his students together again, to practice their arts in the yard outside of Alisaie and Prompto’s home.

One day, mayhap. He cannot let himself think otherwise.

It is not uncommon for there to be others in the stasis room, and the sounds of footfalls only warrant a cursory glance down the row of frozen and glowing glass. Color him surprised when he catches sight of an all-too familiar face. He figured Ardyn would have little need to come up here, if any at all, and yet there he is. ]

Taking a stroll?

[ X’rhun’s voice seems almost too loud in the quiet of the room, echoing over the soft hum of the stasis chambers. ]

[ There’s something strange in the neighborhood.

X’rhun has seen dark magic in action, has barged into the lair of a necromancer or two, but usually after dispatching a handful of voidsent, that was pretty much the end of it. Something on this scale, the myriad spirits wandering the streets of the cities and everywhere in between, is far more than he ever expected to have to deal with. Discounting those ghosts that have gone mad with rage or grief, the rest of them are as normal people – they have problems that need solving, and X’rhun is nothing if not helpful.

He spends his days fetching lost heirlooms or tracking down loved ones with a sprit or two in tow. It’s the least he can do for these poor souls.

Today finds him in Olympia, doing much of the same. The spirit that most recently left X’rhun’s side had been looking for his wedding ring, an item that proved quite hard to track down. At least partway through his third scouring of Olympia’s marketplaces, X’rhun rather got the sensation he was being followed. Thankfully, his searching had turned up the ring at long last, allowing X’rhun’s latest charge to pass on and X’rhun to find a little out-of-the-way alcove to step into and wait for his stalker to make themselves known.

It doesn’t take them long to emerge – a local by the looks of her, though something about the way she moves suggests her limbs are not entirely her own. X’rhun has just enough time to surmise that this woman may have an unwanted passenger in the form of one of the spirits, his lips parting to ask if he can help her, when she surges forward. Her fingers clutch at his lapels and she yanks him toward her. Any protest he might have had are suddenly cut off when her mouth slots over his – this is a spirit with a very specific mission apparently.

It’s probably fine. At least no one is around to see this, right? ]

action; house no.36

voice. | UN: priest

text; un: crimson duelist

action sorta kinda; early march-ish (1/2)