i. All The Monsters — Just Outside The Grove Proper
[He wakes in a pile of half-melted snow, damp to the smalls and chilled to the bone. Armor rustles and clatters as he forces himself upward, squinting as the sun glances off the whitened landscape and straight into his eyes. He cannot recall, for the life of him, where snow still fell.
He also cannot recall how he still lives.
His lance, thankfully, doesn't seem to be far from him. He reaches for it, attempts to grip it tight, and finds himself lamenting how weak he feels. Nevertheless, he steels himself just enough to use the weapon to push himself to his feet. He sways uneasily, and his head pounds incessantly, but it's all signs that he yet lives.]
Is this your doing, Phoenix? [He speaks to no one in particular, but instead stares at the sky. Something doesn't feel right. It may be dulled by the snowy weather, but it's alive all the same. Part of him thinks to question it, to ponder his strange circumstances. Instead he sets to hobbling toward the town proper. He might not know where he is, but such things are easily fixed. And if he seems in the slightest of rushes? Well, he does have a battle to get back to.]
ii. In Your Dreams — The Watchtower Bar
[One way or another, Dion gets his answers. That doesn't mean he's happy about them. And while much of this world feels foreign and strange, there's something to be said about the familiarity of the tavern. He resigns himself to a back corner, goblet in hand. The wine flows easily here, though Dion can't say that he truly appreciates it.]
I do not deserve this mercy. [His words can be heard between sips. It's... hard to say if he's referring to the wine or something else.] If I was meant to atone, then why arrive here.
[If he's spotted, all mumbling quickly goes away. Instead he straightens up, hands shifting to fold against the table. He clears his throat, before offering:] Apologies. My grief is not your burden to shoulder.
iii. Can Be Me (Can Be Me) — Nebulously in the Grove
[One minute, Dion jabs idly at the Nethersea Brand, trying to make himself useful. In the next, he finds himself swallowed by it. He hasn't the chance to fight before —
The world shifts.
He finds himself back in the yawning streets of the Crystalline Dominion. It's night, the stars are out, and it is by all means peaceful. For just a moment, he wonders if it's all been a dream. Perhaps he'll wake up in his bed, his father still alive. He might not deserve a second chance, but he'll take it all the same.
And then in the next, the world seems to come undone. Above him, a draconic beast swoops through the sky. It levels out, only to fire a terrifying set of beams upon the unassuming city. It's a scene he knows all too well.
And he also knows he's not alone.]
Move. Now.
[Whoever you are, he's shoving you out of the street as fast as he can.]
iv. Look At All These Broken Things — WILDCARD
[[You know what to do. Also please forgive me I am still learning his voice and I am also very small.]]
Dion Lesage | Final Fantasy 16 | Current Player, New Character
[He wakes in a pile of half-melted snow, damp to the smalls and chilled to the bone. Armor rustles and clatters as he forces himself upward, squinting as the sun glances off the whitened landscape and straight into his eyes. He cannot recall, for the life of him, where snow still fell.
He also cannot recall how he still lives.
His lance, thankfully, doesn't seem to be far from him. He reaches for it, attempts to grip it tight, and finds himself lamenting how weak he feels. Nevertheless, he steels himself just enough to use the weapon to push himself to his feet. He sways uneasily, and his head pounds incessantly, but it's all signs that he yet lives.]
Is this your doing, Phoenix? [He speaks to no one in particular, but instead stares at the sky. Something doesn't feel right. It may be dulled by the snowy weather, but it's alive all the same. Part of him thinks to question it, to ponder his strange circumstances. Instead he sets to hobbling toward the town proper. He might not know where he is, but such things are easily fixed. And if he seems in the slightest of rushes? Well, he does have a battle to get back to.]
ii. In Your Dreams — The Watchtower Bar
[One way or another, Dion gets his answers. That doesn't mean he's happy about them. And while much of this world feels foreign and strange, there's something to be said about the familiarity of the tavern. He resigns himself to a back corner, goblet in hand. The wine flows easily here, though Dion can't say that he truly appreciates it.]
I do not deserve this mercy. [His words can be heard between sips. It's... hard to say if he's referring to the wine or something else.] If I was meant to atone, then why arrive here.
[If he's spotted, all mumbling quickly goes away. Instead he straightens up, hands shifting to fold against the table. He clears his throat, before offering:] Apologies. My grief is not your burden to shoulder.
iii. Can Be Me (Can Be Me) — Nebulously in the Grove
[One minute, Dion jabs idly at the Nethersea Brand, trying to make himself useful. In the next, he finds himself swallowed by it. He hasn't the chance to fight before —
The world shifts.
He finds himself back in the yawning streets of the Crystalline Dominion. It's night, the stars are out, and it is by all means peaceful. For just a moment, he wonders if it's all been a dream. Perhaps he'll wake up in his bed, his father still alive. He might not deserve a second chance, but he'll take it all the same.
And then in the next, the world seems to come undone. Above him, a draconic beast swoops through the sky. It levels out, only to fire a terrifying set of beams upon the unassuming city. It's a scene he knows all too well.
And he also knows he's not alone.]
Move. Now.
[Whoever you are, he's shoving you out of the street as fast as he can.]
iv. Look At All These Broken Things — WILDCARD
[[You know what to do. Also please forgive me I am still learning his voice and I am also very small.]]