[ Uncle Tia. Somehow that feels even stranger. G'raha's tail flicks back and forth a little uncomfortably. Of course Adrian isn't doing it on purpose--many have made that mistake, given what appears to be common naming conventions across stars. Mayhap it's best to simply elucidate-- ]
Ah--"Tia" is not actually a surname. It's more of a title, in my culture. Please feel free to call me "G'raha".
[ Though he is surprised to hear about the equivalency on Adrian's world. He blinks, red eyes going a bit wide. ]
Wicked White--700? No, not so generous as that. The lifespan of an average Elezen is, I would say, around 150. Though they are considered rather long-lived on Etheirys.
[ Other than Viera, but that still falls well below the line of nigh seven centuries. To think of all that one could learn and explore in that time...
Well, either way, it seems that this is a fairly open subject born of honest curiosity. If anyone can potentially understand the circumstances that led to it, mayhaps it is Adrian. G'raha nods as he clasps his hands together and settles them on the edge of the table.
Summarizing this feels odd. Not wrong, but odd. So much of his life has hinged on this decision. To share it over coffee is...well, strange. ]
It's a little convoluted. But, in essence, I have a unique connection to a monolith of some ancient power on my star. Feeling compelled to safekeep its secrets and strength, I chose to place myself dormant in the monolith as its protector.
[ Probably the lightest way he could ever describe that. The entire foray into the Crystal Tower was already the adventure of a lifetime. Where he connected with the ancient technologies he so loved. Where he met Aria, the singular woman who would change the course of his life forever. His North Star. Where it all began. ]
During that time, much of the world fell to ruin...and I was awoken some two-hundred years later.
[ So many had died. So many still clung onto hope. G'raha's voice does level out, a bit grave as he tries to state the facts rather than fall to emotion. The scenes of the Source after the end of the world are still etched clear as day in his mind. He will never forget. ]
It was decided that the course of history must be redirected. Thanks to the ingenuity and genius of several people in the past, I was able to use that monolith to travel back in time.
[ Which seems like a feat in and of itself. ]
Un...fortunately, I miscalculated a little and ended up one-hundred years further in the past than intended. But, in the end, that time was valuable to lay the groundwork so that the hero of our star and many others might be brought to the apex of the conflict and successfully divert the disasters with had befallen the future I came to know.
[ He looks up then, his expression turning more soft. ]
Perhaps you've met her, here...Aria Forzane?
[ Yes the question about G'raha was turned into a fanboy session. ]
Ah, I see. Understood. [ Adrian nods, making a mental note to ask after the meaning of that title later. It's odd that G'raha wouldn't want him to use it. Surely it's something quite noble, and he's simply being gracious.
He's swiftly distracted by G'raha's bafflement, nodding enthusiastically. ] I'll tell you more about it later, if you like, but I'd like to hear your story first...
[ The tale that G'raha weaves, simply as he tells it, is a real heroic epic, like Adrian might have read as a child. There had been a time when he simply enjoyed such tales, but as he's gotten older he finds himself more and more concerned for the heroes. He's found that the true price of such an adventure rarely makes it into the retelling. His mother's stories of her own adventures don't end with her screaming herself awake when it storms late at night.
Still, Adrian listens with solemn fascination. How strange to find yet another traveler who has crossed time from a broken future, like Logan and Lucina.
He's almost disappointed to have to tell G'raha that he's not yet met the woman he speaks of. She must be incredible, for someone who's already such a grand hero to speak of her with such reverence. ]
I don't think I've had the pleasure, no. I would probably be too intimidated to speak to someone so grand. [ Adrian rubs the side of his neck. He's most certainly picturing a towering figure. (Later, Adrian will assume that G'raha Tia told him that Aria had an eight pack. Aria is shredded.) ] You must have both been through such hardship. I'm glad to know that you've managed to save the future of your world after such a daring gambit... but what a life you have led, G'raha. Gods.
[ He inclines his head. ] Do you intend for your adventure to be over, now that your world has been rescued?
[ Despite the implications therein, G'raha would never consider himself a "hero", nor in the rungs of the people he truly believes hold that title. As much as he would like to follow that journey and walk in their steps--despite the actions he's taken since the conclusion of that chapter--it feels...undeserved. He is more than content to be a companion and accessory to the hero's journey, or a mentor, if need be.
He would truly be embarrassed to be called otherwise.
The notion of being intimidated by the Warrior of Light is an understandable one and G'raha finds himself smiling easily at the notion. But he shakes his head, attempting to reassure Adrian. ]
In truth, she prefers to stand apart from her grand accomplishments, but they are hers none-the-less. I can assure you she is a delight.
[ And a menace. Though G'raha would never call her that. He is not biased. (He is sure she is shredded, but he did look away in the Pendants.)
He let's out kind of a half-laugh, half-sigh and scratches the side of his cheek a bit awkwardly. ]
I am extremely privileged to have the chance at another, after all is said and done.
[ Rightfully he could remain a statue at the top of the Crystal Tower. But Aria allowed him the indulgence to return to the world he wanted to save. ]
Over? [ He raises his gaze and shakes his head, dropping his hand. ] Not if I can help it! There's still much of the world to explore and learn from. Of all worlds, really, which includes this one. Is this not an adventure in the making as well?
[ Is that how Adrain might see this too? ]
And I must admit, I am still intrigued by your particular brand of magicks. The level of detail required to weave your spells in rituals is fascinating.
Please, do not take it as condemnation of her character, but rather of my own. If she is a friend of yours, I'm certain that she is equally kind and generous.
[ He has his reasons for being nervous, but they aren't worth getting into, and he waves it off a moment later.
He understands what G'raha means, about feeling privileged to have a shot at another life. Most people in his position would never be so lucky. But perhaps that is why the rest of it perplexes him... To escape from fate's cruel clutches, only to return to a life of danger and heartache is something that Adrian himself cannot imagine. He cannot go home, even if he were to leave this place somehow. He knows that well. But if he could... he would ever leave home again.
He swallows, injects some happiness into his expression, and nods a bit stiffly. He is, if nothing else, glad that G'raha has such a positive attitude about the whole thing. ] Yes. Yes, I suppose it is a kind of adventure.
[ His shoulders sag with clear relief when G'raha changes the topic to magic. That is, in many ways, easier to discuss. ]
Ritual casting is admittedly quite useful for conserving my resources. My ability to cast higher level magic is quite limited, but I can ritual cast certain spells all day if required... Your magic seems to be the opposite, with scarcely a few seconds to rest. There are truly no consequences at all? No cost?
[ That is high praise from Adrian, trusting G'raha's own comrades and recommendation. He smiles and shakes his head, trying to reassure the other man there was no offense. ]
Not at all. I admit I am oft overly eager to speak of her triumphs. She is a very important to many of us.
[ Read: he's a simp. But he's an honest one.
And it really is Aria who has inspired him to move forward with life the way he has——that not only he has his second chance, but that he finally can walk a path he has long since dreamed of. Though G'raha does notice a bit of stiffness in Adrian's countenance, he doesn't know the other man well-enough to guess he may have made a misstep. After all, it isn't uncommon that someone feel awkward after G'raha starts waxing poetic about the Warrior of Light...
So mayhap it best he move on. Ahem. ]
A spell held all day? That is quite impressive.
[ Unless he has set up some sort of ward or recurring magical aura via the use of crystals, actually concentrating on a spell indefinitely takes no small amount of skill. ]
No cost? Not necessarily. You can quickly deplete your aether pool by casting "expensive" spells quickly in sequence. There are ways to restore it, but you need to mind your limits. Balancing your astral and umbral magicks tends to help with this.
[ Though this implies something else, based on how Adrian phrased things. ]
What sort of costs do you incur? The process from which you cast is——
[ Yet before he can finish his thought which is likely a bit of flattery, a server stops at their table and asks if they are ready to order. ]
Oh, um——
[ Goodness, they got right to talking, didn't they? He looks at Adrian hopefully. ]
I understand completely. Lady Fern considers it embarrassing when I speak too highly of her, but she is the first person I think of when I see some great feat of physical prowess.
[ It's not quite the same, but Adrian doesn't know that. Even if Fern hasn't accomplished great heroic feats like G'raha's friend, she's so often been vital to their success as a party, if not the very reason for that success. He's still often impressed by her skills, even after being so accustomed to them. He's never seen anyone else react so quickly, and with such acuity.
Like G'raha, he understands that it's best not to dwell eternally on such things, regardless of how much they might wish to. ]
Oh, that is a bit like the way my magic works, actually. "Expensive" spells—
[ The sever appears in that moment and Adrian feels a bit bad for immediately dragging G'raha into such an involved conversation. He ought to know better than to forget his manners. ]
Have you had horchata before? It's made with cinnamon and rice. I tried it here for the first time some months ago. Or if you're feeling very adventurous, you can try the 'daily surprise.' It's usually quite impressive. [ But, unfortunately, not always caffeinated. Adrian smiles at the server. ] I'll have a mocha with four shots, please.
[ Ah, that is a relief. Adrian understands that sometimes you know someone just so amazing that you can't help yourself. But also— ]
Lady Fern? I believe I've met your friend. She was quite adept in combat.
[ Nevermind...he was hallucinating and thought she was a beast, but!! Details. And moreso she has fuzzy ears too which is very cool and neat. So Adrian should absolutely feel free to tell people how amazing she is as it's very clearly rightfully earned!
No dragging was had—they were getting nerdy, something G'raha very easily falls into without prompting. It's clearly just dangerous when these two minds meet. ]
I cannot say that I have, but that does sound lovely.
[ Cinnamon and rice...he does like both of those things. (G'raha likes a lot of tings.) But the idea of a daily surprise is also very appealing. There's a pause as Adrian orders—hes, he notices the four shots— ]
I would like a horchata...and the daily surprise, if you please.
[ He can handle both. He wants to try both! The joolies will be worth it. The server chuckles a little and walks away with their orders. ]
That sounds like her. [ He nods eagerly. ] She can be a bit reserved at first, but you will find no sharper mind or kinder heart than hers.
[ And they were both fanboys.
Adrian waits until the server has finished with both of their orders. Somehow, it had never occurred to him that he could get two drinks at a coffee shop. It feels a bit scandalous, but he makes a mental note to himself to try it next time. ]
Hm? [ He looks baffled for a moment. ] Oh! Don't worry, this is the only one for today. I've been cutting back lately. [ He's very proud. ] I'll still sleep like the dead.
The caffeine was quite handy when I was taking shifts at all hours, but I don't like to worry Lady Fern, and she was getting a bit concerned... [ He makes a vague gesture. ] What were we talking about?
[ Sometimes you just know someone who begs being simped for. Good thing there are people like Adrian and G'raha around to fill that need.
It is most definitely a little over-indulgent, but he wants to try. He's decided that he's not going to skimp on those kinds of things going forward. Having a true second lease on life makes him eager not to let even silly opportunities go to waste. ]
Cutting back is only four shots?
[ No judgment, but he is a little amused. ]
Your magical preparations, if you're so inclined to continue. I admit I've been eager to try and unravel them as much as possible.
I started with energy drinks. I assumed they were a bit like potions; fairly harmless, since they were so ubiquitous, and I was always so tired when I first arrived so they helped immensely... [ He sighs and makes a vague gesture. It had been his own fault, really. Many of them had warning labels that he simply ignored, knowing he could heal himself of most afflictions. He and Fern had needed the money, and he hadn't wanted to decline any kind of work.
Things are different now, of course. Better. ]
Oh! Yours seem so much more streamlined and elegant in comparison... but I am happy to trade knowledge. In fact... [ He reaches for the buttons on the cuffs of his own sleeves, rolling them up to the elbow to reveal the cramped, scrawling handwriting that wraps around his arm from wrist to elbow. ] If you have a grimoire and the appropriate inks, you ought to be able to copy some of my spells. I thought that using my own skin would be a bit more convenient than carrying a grimoire myself but, as you can see, my penmanship is just awful.
[ All of his spells are written in the common tongue. Unfortunately, the scrawl across his arms is nearly completely illegible. ] Do spellcasters from your world use grimoires at all?
[ Are they...not like potions? G'raha actually hasn't considered that much, these energy drinks. Somehow he put them in a separate category from tea and coffee by the name alone.
Goodness, he feels foolish. But he is glad to know that Adrian made similar assumptions. G'raha clears his throat lightly and nods in solidarity. ]
An easy mistake to make, I should think.
[ Extremely easy and extremely relatable. But onto more important matters! G'raha is rather immediately taken by the writing all across Adrian's arm. He recalls how the incantation back at that warehouse had seemed like his own penmanship had been given life, transforming the very aether around them by the power of words. ]
Oh no, not at all! There's something very...how to put it, fitting? To have one's magic so close. And from what I remember of your attempt to allay that strange affliction that took me moons—pardon, months back, the words themselves acted as extensions of your power. Didn't they?
[ He does want to make sure he understands. This all feels so very important. ]
There are a few, yes. The Summoners of Allag oft recorded their rituals and incantations in grimoires, as did the Scholars of Nym. Both arts were lost to us until but recently.
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Ah--"Tia" is not actually a surname. It's more of a title, in my culture. Please feel free to call me "G'raha".
[ Though he is surprised to hear about the equivalency on Adrian's world. He blinks, red eyes going a bit wide. ]
Wicked White--700? No, not so generous as that. The lifespan of an average Elezen is, I would say, around 150. Though they are considered rather long-lived on Etheirys.
[ Other than Viera, but that still falls well below the line of nigh seven centuries. To think of all that one could learn and explore in that time...
Well, either way, it seems that this is a fairly open subject born of honest curiosity. If anyone can potentially understand the circumstances that led to it, mayhaps it is Adrian. G'raha nods as he clasps his hands together and settles them on the edge of the table.
Summarizing this feels odd. Not wrong, but odd. So much of his life has hinged on this decision. To share it over coffee is...well, strange. ]
It's a little convoluted. But, in essence, I have a unique connection to a monolith of some ancient power on my star. Feeling compelled to safekeep its secrets and strength, I chose to place myself dormant in the monolith as its protector.
[ Probably the lightest way he could ever describe that. The entire foray into the Crystal Tower was already the adventure of a lifetime. Where he connected with the ancient technologies he so loved. Where he met Aria, the singular woman who would change the course of his life forever. His North Star. Where it all began. ]
During that time, much of the world fell to ruin...and I was awoken some two-hundred years later.
[ So many had died. So many still clung onto hope. G'raha's voice does level out, a bit grave as he tries to state the facts rather than fall to emotion. The scenes of the Source after the end of the world are still etched clear as day in his mind. He will never forget. ]
It was decided that the course of history must be redirected. Thanks to the ingenuity and genius of several people in the past, I was able to use that monolith to travel back in time.
[ Which seems like a feat in and of itself. ]
Un...fortunately, I miscalculated a little and ended up one-hundred years further in the past than intended. But, in the end, that time was valuable to lay the groundwork so that the hero of our star and many others might be brought to the apex of the conflict and successfully divert the disasters with had befallen the future I came to know.
[ He looks up then, his expression turning more soft. ]
Perhaps you've met her, here...Aria Forzane?
[ Yes the question about G'raha was turned into a fanboy session. ]
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He's swiftly distracted by G'raha's bafflement, nodding enthusiastically. ] I'll tell you more about it later, if you like, but I'd like to hear your story first...
[ The tale that G'raha weaves, simply as he tells it, is a real heroic epic, like Adrian might have read as a child. There had been a time when he simply enjoyed such tales, but as he's gotten older he finds himself more and more concerned for the heroes. He's found that the true price of such an adventure rarely makes it into the retelling. His mother's stories of her own adventures don't end with her screaming herself awake when it storms late at night.
Still, Adrian listens with solemn fascination. How strange to find yet another traveler who has crossed time from a broken future, like Logan and Lucina.
He's almost disappointed to have to tell G'raha that he's not yet met the woman he speaks of. She must be incredible, for someone who's already such a grand hero to speak of her with such reverence. ]
I don't think I've had the pleasure, no. I would probably be too intimidated to speak to someone so grand. [ Adrian rubs the side of his neck. He's most certainly picturing a towering figure. (Later, Adrian will assume that G'raha Tia told him that Aria had an eight pack. Aria is shredded.) ] You must have both been through such hardship. I'm glad to know that you've managed to save the future of your world after such a daring gambit... but what a life you have led, G'raha. Gods.
[ He inclines his head. ] Do you intend for your adventure to be over, now that your world has been rescued?
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He would truly be embarrassed to be called otherwise.
The notion of being intimidated by the Warrior of Light is an understandable one and G'raha finds himself smiling easily at the notion. But he shakes his head, attempting to reassure Adrian. ]
In truth, she prefers to stand apart from her grand accomplishments, but they are hers none-the-less. I can assure you she is a delight.
[ And a menace. Though G'raha would never call her that. He is not biased. (He is sure she is shredded, but he did look away in the Pendants.)
He let's out kind of a half-laugh, half-sigh and scratches the side of his cheek a bit awkwardly. ]
I am extremely privileged to have the chance at another, after all is said and done.
[ Rightfully he could remain a statue at the top of the Crystal Tower. But Aria allowed him the indulgence to return to the world he wanted to save. ]
Over? [ He raises his gaze and shakes his head, dropping his hand. ] Not if I can help it! There's still much of the world to explore and learn from. Of all worlds, really, which includes this one. Is this not an adventure in the making as well?
[ Is that how Adrain might see this too? ]
And I must admit, I am still intrigued by your particular brand of magicks. The level of detail required to weave your spells in rituals is fascinating.
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[ He has his reasons for being nervous, but they aren't worth getting into, and he waves it off a moment later.
He understands what G'raha means, about feeling privileged to have a shot at another life. Most people in his position would never be so lucky. But perhaps that is why the rest of it perplexes him... To escape from fate's cruel clutches, only to return to a life of danger and heartache is something that Adrian himself cannot imagine. He cannot go home, even if he were to leave this place somehow. He knows that well. But if he could... he would ever leave home again.
He swallows, injects some happiness into his expression, and nods a bit stiffly. He is, if nothing else, glad that G'raha has such a positive attitude about the whole thing. ] Yes. Yes, I suppose it is a kind of adventure.
[ His shoulders sag with clear relief when G'raha changes the topic to magic. That is, in many ways, easier to discuss. ]
Ritual casting is admittedly quite useful for conserving my resources. My ability to cast higher level magic is quite limited, but I can ritual cast certain spells all day if required... Your magic seems to be the opposite, with scarcely a few seconds to rest. There are truly no consequences at all? No cost?
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Not at all. I admit I am oft overly eager to speak of her triumphs. She is a very important to many of us.
[ Read: he's a simp. But he's an honest one.
And it really is Aria who has inspired him to move forward with life the way he has——that not only he has his second chance, but that he finally can walk a path he has long since dreamed of. Though G'raha does notice a bit of stiffness in Adrian's countenance, he doesn't know the other man well-enough to guess he may have made a misstep. After all, it isn't uncommon that someone feel awkward after G'raha starts waxing poetic about the Warrior of Light...
So mayhap it best he move on. Ahem. ]
A spell held all day? That is quite impressive.
[ Unless he has set up some sort of ward or recurring magical aura via the use of crystals, actually concentrating on a spell indefinitely takes no small amount of skill. ]
No cost? Not necessarily. You can quickly deplete your aether pool by casting "expensive" spells quickly in sequence. There are ways to restore it, but you need to mind your limits. Balancing your astral and umbral magicks tends to help with this.
[ Though this implies something else, based on how Adrian phrased things. ]
What sort of costs do you incur? The process from which you cast is——
[ Yet before he can finish his thought which is likely a bit of flattery, a server stops at their table and asks if they are ready to order. ]
Oh, um——
[ Goodness, they got right to talking, didn't they? He looks at Adrian hopefully. ]
Do you have any recommendations?
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[ It's not quite the same, but Adrian doesn't know that. Even if Fern hasn't accomplished great heroic feats like G'raha's friend, she's so often been vital to their success as a party, if not the very reason for that success. He's still often impressed by her skills, even after being so accustomed to them. He's never seen anyone else react so quickly, and with such acuity.
Like G'raha, he understands that it's best not to dwell eternally on such things, regardless of how much they might wish to. ]
Oh, that is a bit like the way my magic works, actually. "Expensive" spells—
[ The sever appears in that moment and Adrian feels a bit bad for immediately dragging G'raha into such an involved conversation. He ought to know better than to forget his manners. ]
Have you had horchata before? It's made with cinnamon and rice. I tried it here for the first time some months ago. Or if you're feeling very adventurous, you can try the 'daily surprise.' It's usually quite impressive. [ But, unfortunately, not always caffeinated. Adrian smiles at the server. ] I'll have a mocha with four shots, please.
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Lady Fern? I believe I've met your friend. She was quite adept in combat.
[ Nevermind...he was hallucinating and thought she was a beast, but!! Details. And moreso she has fuzzy ears too which is very cool and neat. So Adrian should absolutely feel free to tell people how amazing she is as it's very clearly rightfully earned!
No dragging was had—they were getting nerdy, something G'raha very easily falls into without prompting. It's clearly just dangerous when these two minds meet. ]
I cannot say that I have, but that does sound lovely.
[ Cinnamon and rice...he does like both of those things. (G'raha likes a lot of tings.) But the idea of a daily surprise is also very appealing. There's a pause as Adrian orders—hes, he notices the four shots— ]
I would like a horchata...and the daily surprise, if you please.
[ He can handle both. He wants to try both! The joolies will be worth it. The server chuckles a little and walks away with their orders. ]
Trouble sleeping?
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[ And they were both fanboys.
Adrian waits until the server has finished with both of their orders. Somehow, it had never occurred to him that he could get two drinks at a coffee shop. It feels a bit scandalous, but he makes a mental note to himself to try it next time. ]
Hm? [ He looks baffled for a moment. ] Oh! Don't worry, this is the only one for today. I've been cutting back lately. [ He's very proud. ] I'll still sleep like the dead.
The caffeine was quite handy when I was taking shifts at all hours, but I don't like to worry Lady Fern, and she was getting a bit concerned... [ He makes a vague gesture. ] What were we talking about?
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It is most definitely a little over-indulgent, but he wants to try. He's decided that he's not going to skimp on those kinds of things going forward. Having a true second lease on life makes him eager not to let even silly opportunities go to waste. ]
Cutting back is only four shots?
[ No judgment, but he is a little amused. ]
Your magical preparations, if you're so inclined to continue. I admit I've been eager to try and unravel them as much as possible.
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Things are different now, of course. Better. ]
Oh! Yours seem so much more streamlined and elegant in comparison... but I am happy to trade knowledge. In fact... [ He reaches for the buttons on the cuffs of his own sleeves, rolling them up to the elbow to reveal the cramped, scrawling handwriting that wraps around his arm from wrist to elbow. ] If you have a grimoire and the appropriate inks, you ought to be able to copy some of my spells. I thought that using my own skin would be a bit more convenient than carrying a grimoire myself but, as you can see, my penmanship is just awful.
[ All of his spells are written in the common tongue. Unfortunately, the scrawl across his arms is nearly completely illegible. ] Do spellcasters from your world use grimoires at all?
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Goodness, he feels foolish. But he is glad to know that Adrian made similar assumptions. G'raha clears his throat lightly and nods in solidarity. ]
An easy mistake to make, I should think.
[ Extremely easy and extremely relatable. But onto more important matters! G'raha is rather immediately taken by the writing all across Adrian's arm. He recalls how the incantation back at that warehouse had seemed like his own penmanship had been given life, transforming the very aether around them by the power of words. ]
Oh no, not at all! There's something very...how to put it, fitting? To have one's magic so close. And from what I remember of your attempt to allay that strange affliction that took me moons—pardon, months back, the words themselves acted as extensions of your power. Didn't they?
[ He does want to make sure he understands. This all feels so very important. ]
There are a few, yes. The Summoners of Allag oft recorded their rituals and incantations in grimoires, as did the Scholars of Nym. Both arts were lost to us until but recently.