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[crystallinelore]

INEVITABLE SPOILERS WITHIN, LOOK UPON AT YOUR OWN RISK

in any case we can do like, game aus, or "exarch summoned your character from another fuckin dimension", or THERE'S A WEIRD TOWER MADE OF CRYSTAL HERE NOW, WTF, or maybe it's been there as long as anyone can remember, or,

look feel free to comment with a pitch or make me pick or just make a starter, we can do whatever

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[awakenerd]

[He huffs and dusts himself off. Pouting at the man handling.]

[crystallinelore]

If you invite me in, I will show you.

[awakenerd]

[He doesn't need to be told twice, he's burning with curiosity, pushing the door open.]

Well, come in!

[crystallinelore]

[cool

he's getting walled against his own door the second it closes.]

[awakenerd]

[Uh, not actually what he was expecting but let's see how this plays out.]

I guess you aren't that shy.

[crystallinelore]

[from this angle he can mostly see those burning red eyes, the white tips of his hair again.]

I said I can give as good as I get, yes? So go ahead. Look to your heart's content.

[awakenerd]

[Hm. This is, uh.

He really shouldn't be excited because there's more important things to focus on. But he's definitely a little excited.

He's also reaching up to tug that hood off because he feels like he really knows this face.]

[crystallinelore]

[yeah. he knows the face.

the exarch just waits, quietly, watching him.]

[awakenerd]

[...

What the fuck?

His first thought is... cloning? But he's not strong enough himself in the bloodline to produce a clone with those eyes and also the Exarch is way older anyway. And he knows he's not a clone himself so again, What. The. Fuck???

....


Time travel has not occurred to him but obviously something is entirely insane here.]

What ...?

[He places his fingers on G'raha's cheek.]

[crystallinelore]

[he flinches from the touch, at first, then just... sighs and relaxes into it.]

...'Tis more cathartic than I had hoped, at least so far.

[awakenerd]

[His eyes are wide but getting more focused. His other hand lifts so now he's poking both the Exarch's cheeks. Gently.]

Explain.

[crystallinelore]

My name is G'raha Tia, and I am from... well, your future. Over a hundred years, one way or another, but the specifics depend on how long you have been sleeping.

[awakenerd]

...I have no idea how long.

[He did wake up here after falling asleep so. Well. He trails his fingers over the seam of crystal on the older man's cheek. Now leaning into the Exarch's space, fascinated.]

So how did you end up here a hundred years ago?

[crystallinelore]

The inheritors of the Ironworks woke me. And together we devised a way to send me and the tower to the First. To change the past.

[he doesn't want to say all this, he doesn't want to make G'raha sad or lose his attention. it's oddly soothing, the way his younger self is reacting to him.]

[awakenerd]

Why?

[How often do you get to look at yourself? Or touch? Come to that, he aged pretty well huh? Still hot after all these ... centuries? Yeesh.]

[crystallinelore]

[He doesn't look a day older, honestly, except for the... tired vibes. Those age him, a bit.

...leaning forward, pressing him to the door, just soaking up the attention. YOU KNOW WHO'S TOUCH-STARVED? THIS GUY!]

This world, the First... was completely consumed by Light, and Rejoined with the first, causing a Calamity. One could consider this simply the course of History, of course, but... the Ascians are behind it.

[awakenerd]

The Source has seen many calamities why prevent this one..? Just because of the Ascians?

[He's a little surprised by being leaned on but since the Exarch isn't making a fuss he's not going to stop his curiosity now. He lifts his hand. Running his fingers through that white and red hair. Up to rub his ears. His other arm settles naturally around G'raha's waist.]

[crystallinelore]

No.

[yeah the exarch has just kind of melted against him. old and sad and tired and finally getting to let loose just a little, with his secrets.]

They died. Our Warrior. But not... valiantly, or of old age.

[awakenerd]

[He stills for just a moment.]

...Ah.

[Okay that explains everything really. And he hugs the Exarch tighter with the arm around him.

Time to change the subject.]

So.... my aether destabilized because it was trying to rejoin "my" body, right?

[crystallinelore]

[thanks honey.]

Yes. I suspect it recognized mine as your own... we shall have to be careful, with that.

I will need to outsource further testing...

[awakenerd]

I don't want to though.

[Now he's pouting. And hooking his fingers in the Exarch's collar to peer down his shirt with zero shame.]

[crystallinelore]

[sooo much of his chest is crystal. like, one nip isn't consumed levels. he seems startled, more than anything.]

...To be careful?

[awakenerd]

[He's a curious kitten okay. Woof though that's a lot of crystal.]

I didn't like it before, but now that I know who you are I don't really want anyone else poking at me.

What did you DO to your body? Fuse with the tower? Is that even possible?

[crystallinelore]

Would you rather risk coming apart at the seams because we are uninformed?

[G'RAHA PLEASE??]

'Tis possible, 'tis what I did, I cannot recommend it.

[awakenerd]

[His tail lashes just a bit and he leans in with his face inches from the Exarch's, looking unimpressed, fingers still hooked in his collar.]

I can't believe you could say those two things in the same breath with no hint of irony.

So what about this body of yours? How stable is it? Did you run any tests on yourself? Did you let anyone else?