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He wasn’t really familiar with the words or terms being used, but he had heard the term kimono before and, as far as G’raha was concerned, that was just the general term for the specific style of kuganian clothing. “A hakame?” There was no hiding the confusion in his tone, though he put together rather quickly that she meant-- was that was a kimono was called for men?

“You really think so?” Rather shyly he rubbed at the back of his head before letting out a small laugh. Well. She wouldn’t lie to him, of that he was certain. 

He should not have been alive.

This fact was not lost on Rex. He had stepped into the Emerald weapon with the full expectations that he would not be returning. That he would be dying at the hands of the oversoul. He would join his siblings and he would be content with the knowledge that he had helped to lay the groundwork that would allow Alfonse and Allie to survive. Or, at least... one of them would.

When the oversoul had been activated, he had felt his own consciousness being erased in favor of his father’s. And then...

And then blissfully nothing.

And then pain.

He had been told he had been found in the cockpit, body bloodied and battered as he was slumped over the broken control console, but he was still alive and breathing. He had been rushed to a makeshift infirmary at Terncliff where he had been both treated and placed under-- well. It could hardly be considered arrest, but the cuff that chained him to the bed when he awoke made it clear he wasn’t meant to just walk away.

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Name: Lune de Borel

Gender: Cis Female

General Appearance: Taller than most miqo’te females, taller than most miqo’te males, but still shorter than even the average elezen female. Dark hair, green eyes. Ears and tail though they don’t show in image.

Personality: Withdrawn and rather suspicious of the world around them. Growing up in the Ishgardian limelight and being known as the child of the Speaker of the House and the Warrior of Light made her see some of the worst of people very early on, and it’s colored her world view ever since.

Special Talents: 

Who they like better: Moonflower probably

Who they take after more: Neither. Maaaybe Aymeric?

Personal Head canon: 

Face Claim: Toujou Nozomi

He... got smaller. ♪( ´▽｀)

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Moonflower had been reluctant to attend this party, which was unusual for her. She usually loved being with lots of people, celebrating something (a birthday, a marriage, a victory). Parties had good food, lively conversation, and often there was dancing. She loved to dance.

But celebrations in Ishgard were a different story. The Warrior of Light could well remember the last time she’d celebrated something in Ishgardian territory; it had ended up with her being poisoned. And then there was the time that she and her late husband were having a nice, relaxing dinner with Ser Aymeric, only to be interrupted by Alisaie on death’s door. It made it difficult to relax and have fun here.

Next to her, G’raha pulled her back to reality by talking. She returned the smile wholeheartedly; even if she didn’t exactly want to be here, at least she was with G’raha. That made all the difference in the world. Tonight she dressed in her favorite green Ishgardian gown, fitting in for once. “Promise me you won’t drink anything they try giving you,” she asked softly. Her tail twitched nervously. “Please. Or at the very least, make absolutely certain there’s no poison.”

Once she had his assurance, she would move on to greet their host. But she needed his promise first.

“Eh-?” His ears flattened for a moment in the wake of Moonflower’s intense... desire to have him agree to not having any drink tonight. Unless he was certain it wasn’t poisoned...? Oh, there was a story there that part of him was so tempted to try to hear, but it was fairly obvious it wouldn’t fit with the mood of the evening. Instead he just nodded and offered her a small smile, one that he hoped would alleviate some of the anxiety she felt.

“I’m not going to leave you alone. I’m pretty sure you can check over any drink or food I’m offered.” If he was offered any directly. He wasn’t the most familiar with Ishgardian customs, or even how these social affairs occurred on the Source versus the First, but wasn’t the food set out for those who wanted to take some...?

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Name: Niseh

Gender: Cis Female

General Appearance: Fairly short, shorter than her father, red hair and green eyes

Personality: Bubbly! Tends to believe that there’s ultimately good in everyone and always tries to work towards that. Often acts like things don’t matter much to her but really just doesn’t like getting too serious.

Special Talents: Good at singing and storytelling

Who they like better: Mmmm neither. She loves both parent fairly equally.

Who they take after more: Maybe G’raha? But only slightly. 

Personal Head canon:

Face Claim: Nanami Haruka

He was the first character that was introduced as someone who likes to make everything an adventure. Not only was he smart, and he was passionate about his research, but he made gathering materials for Cid a game. I love having fun. I love making jokes. I like being unpredictable, and I absolutely love being childishly dumb and playful. 

That small hint that they gave us with pre Shadowbringers G’raha was enough to make me feel so at home with his character. Everything is always an adventure. I am a passionate person, I love to put my all into everything I do (even if I’m busy a lot), and he is probably the only character I’ve had this strong of a connection to since I started the game last year.

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His head was spinning as he groaned softly, unaware that the noise had even escaped him. 

Oversoul and its long term effects was still unknown. Of course it was; no one was supposed to be able to survive experiencing it. And it was why Rex was locked away - both because he was, technically, a war criminal, but he was also tainted and exposed. Was it dangerous? For him? For others?

He could swear he could see his father standing there, chiding him. Judging him.