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G’RAHA TIA @crystalizedallagan & SUN’LI YHUNJA have joined your party!

Starting Dungeon: “Haha! Raha, you look so excited, I should drag you out of that stuffy tower more often! ….Seriously though, are you getting enough sunshine? Let me have a look at you.”

+ When in a party with G’raha, both Sun’li and G’raha will gain a passive “Light of the Source” buff that slightly reduces damage taken.

Assisting:

“Right behind you!” – First Assist

“Don’t push yourself too hard, alright? Leave the heavy lifting to me.” – Second Assist

“Hey, hey, just ‘cause you can take a hit, doesn’t mean you should! Stay close; I’ll protect you.” – Casting Divine Benison on G’raha

Being Assisted:

“Still got it, huh? Raha, you’re too cool!” – First Assist

“Slick moves, grandpa! …Ahaha! Oh, Azeyma– your face! Kidding, just kidding.” – Second Assist

“No need for all this fuss. Let ‘em do their worst! C’mon, I’m kind of curious.” –  When G’raha uses ‘Cover’ or another defensive skill on Sun

Idle Dialogue:

If the party has been idle for more than a minute, Sun’li will gravitate toward G’raha’s side and examine him. Sometimes, he’ll reach out and pat dirt off his coat or ruffle his hair affectionately.

“You’ll let me know if anything’s bothering you, right?”

“Let’s spar sometime! You and me, we’re the bookiest of worms, but there’s no substitute for practical experience. And don’t worry, I’ll patch you right up if you break a hip. Pfft– ahaha! You’re too easy, Raha.”

Unique in-combat dialogue:

“Don’t panic; I’ve got you!” – When G’raha is inflicted with vulnerability up

“Hey, chin up. We’ll make it through. Just… think about what a story we’ll have to laugh about together later…!” – When both G’raha and Sun’li are below 10% HP

Witnessing KO:

“Raha?! C-C’mon, there are better places to take a catnap. Open your eyes, Raha, please…!”  

Reviving:

“Still got years and years in you, gramps. Ah, gods… stop being so reckless! You’re shaving years off my life.”

Being Revived:

“Where am I? Who am I? Who are y— OUCH! Ahaha, okay, okay… that wasn’t the best time for a joke. Sorry to worry you!”

Finishing Dungeon:

“How was that? Refreshing, right? Hahaha, I knew it! Where do you want to go next?”

Bonus! Combo Attack:

Starting VO: “Honestly, I kinda bad for them. Anyone want to make a run for it before we start? …No? Well, sorry about this, then.”

If playing tank, G’raha will take a defensive position in front of Sun while he begins focusing aether into his staff. The wind around them will pick up as if standing at the epicenter of a small tornado, afflicting anyone within the area with an aero DoT and slash-resistance down debuff. When he’s ready, Sun will step out next to G’raha and flash him a grin and two-fingered salute.

The two of them will charge forward and double down with a volley of melee attacks, G’raha with his aetherial sword and Sun with his charged staff. As the finisher, they will both leap back and blast the enemy with the residual energy stored in their weapons.

She's nervous but tries to ignore the feeling. A day late isn't THAT bad. Especially from a world away. She made an effort to get the chocolates from Eorzea. The Bismarck actually. She begged and pleaded to have a variety of chocolates made. And given her fame, how could they refuse? The gil she offered was probably a motivator too. So when she arrives in the first, she sprints to the tower. The guard probably thought it was an emergency. As soon as she sees the Exarch she pushes the box into his hands.

send ♥ for a drabble of my muse’s thoughts as they wake up beside yours

When Samilen’s eyes open, he expects to see light filtering in from the window. He expect to feel heavy with the aether coursing through his veins and seeping deep into his soul. He expects the sensation of dread and misery to immediately wash over his thoughts, as his mind but distantly recalls how close he had come to a fate worse than death itself.

He expects it. He prepares himself for it.

But when Samilen opens his eyes, lets himself blink the sleep from his eyes, the keeper finds himself embraced by something far different than the morbid understanding of his failure as the Warrior of Darkness. Instead, he opens his eyes to find a man sleeping soundly beside him. The Exarch.

G’raha Tia.

The realization snatches the breath right from Samilen’s lungs, rolling back into his mind with the events of the last 24 hours. The light. The Exarch. Hades.

He remembers it all so clearly, and yet remembers coming back to the Crystarium with the promise of nightfall once more, of normalcy returning to the First for once in over 100 years. He remembers feeling so scared, so tired, body aching but he without a single care in the world to give it more than a passing thought.

He must have fallen asleep at some point, or simply passed out from the strain. Given that, after a glance around the room, Samilen realizes that he was within the walls of the Ocular, he assumes that it was the doing of the man beside him who had taken him into the warm, gentle embrace of both his bed and arms somewhere in Samilen’s slumber.

  “I hope you don’t mind me getting straight to the point.” He had heard much about the miqo’te pushing himself. Refusing to take breaks, even while in pain. While he would be quite to a hypocrite to scold him, himself, word had reached Ryne of the ordeal. And Ryne had sent him in her place to lecture him into submission. While he did argue that she was better suited to such a thing, she insisted that the Exarch would not listen to her and that he should try first. It would do no good for the ‘king’ of lakeland to die right as the world was (hopefully) improving. 

However, fingers would cease their movements and the melody filtered off with the last reverberating notes. A tone that did not match the Bard’s surroundings brought it to an end and she glanced over her shoulder. “Ah, forgive me, I must have disturbed you.” With a relaxing grip on the instrument it would vanish in a shimmer of aether. “I’ve overstayed a welcome due to a distraction.” Angelique would rest her palms against the gold railing around the spiraling stairs, “The echo in here has always been wonderful that it seems the music deep down begged for release when normally I would take it elsewhere. Being surrounded by the sound is a comfort...especially with how events have been unfolding as of late.”

She had made it clear that she was going to defeat them all. The enemies upon them, she would protect him from it, a scholar that was so frail compared to her frame. At least, that was how she had seen it before he had felled the creature and she had turned upon him and that look G’raha Tia had given her? It was soft, and for a moment her tongue wagged without thought.

He thought she was weak. The idea infuriated her and the poison split before she could reel it back.

However, the small curl of his tail and the downtrodden position of his ears did not escape her. They were in the clear now and her fists were let loose now, no longer holding the tension to pull out the various forms to strike out her power. Crossing her arms under her chest plate, the woman huffed a little, glancing away. “That’s my line, G’raha.” She frowned, sliding her pale gaze back towards him.

No, she didn’t want him to look like that. Not upset, she wanted him happy, safe, and his usual jovial self.

“Looks like we cleared out this area anyway,” she sighed, stepping the small gap between them before reaching up and patting his left ear. “If you keep your ears like that, they’ll stay like that forever. Same with your tail.” It was a brief touch before pulling away and whirling away from him, flicking her purple ponytail at him.

Send ☔️ to offer my muse an umbrella!

It wasn’t that he was afraid of a little rain, but this world was still so... so....new. So different. Everything was weird and he was scared of that, not of the rain. So when the umbrella was suddenly offered, he gracefully took it. Sure, yes, that’s why he was hesitating under the covers of the Crystalline Mean long after it had closed for the, uh, ‘night’ as it was.

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Their first impression of your muse:

Roi wanted to wring his neck for messing with him at first. He did manage to chill out and see him as an ally rather quickly. As for the Exarch, he wanted to assault him for taking his family friends and for almost getting him killed.

  Current impression:  

Very mixed. On one hand, he knows that G’raha has changed a lot and been through more than he can imagine. He genuinely cares about him and wants to see him safe & happy. But he is fairly certain that will never happen. Roi is incredibly angry about the lies, but he does care deeply about his friend still. Probably even more than before. He sees him as a very good person, one that has misplaced their faith in him. He thinks G’raha has him all wrong and that he will let him down in the end. He keeps his emotional distance from him because he does not think they will both survive to the end of the journey. 

Are they attracted to your muse?:  

 Roi is rarely physically attracted to people. He must have a strong emotional bond to find people attractive. Before that, he rarely even thinks of such things. To the point that he would likely see himself as asexual until he got close enough with someone. He is demisexual and only finds people attractive through emotional connection. If he let his walls down around G’raha, he may reach that level with him. 

Something they find frightening about your muse:

His magical prowess. Roi has felt the aether in him being drained away, set ablaze, and all other ways magic can harm the user. He knows that G’raha calls upon the tower’s energies for his magic but... It still scares him. He’s expecting G’raha’s aether to burn away and for him to die one of the most painful deaths he has ever personally seen. It scares him to think of that happening to him. 

Something they find adorable about your muse:  

His nerdiness. He found his interest in history very endearing when they first met. Roi also enjoyed learning in his youth, but he was forced to grow out of it in order to help make money and survive. He thinks it’s cute and childlike to see G’raha being such a mega nerd. 

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

 Without a second thought. In Roi’s mind, G’raha is a source of good in the world. The sort of person that deserves good things. If he thought he had to choose between himself and G’raha, he would choose to die. That is one of the reasons he is so angry about his plan. In his mind, G’raha should have just thrown him into the rift and killed him since G’raha is a far better hero than he ever was. 

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

 Yes, but good luck ever calling it a date. 

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  

Strong. 

Would my muse slap yours if they could?:

Yep. For sure. 100%. After the shit he pulled. 

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: