open post - schrodinger's aetherial construct/dead body/brain ghost/real ghost

[beaffrayed]

1. heckling
[ The voice that echoes in your ear may or may not be familiar to you. It may or may not sound much like your own. ]

Off on another ill-advised journey, are we?

2. surprise! (dubious brain ghost edition)
[ A moment of boredom, inattention, injury, restless sleep...and the spectre on the edge of your thoughts is there. They perch on the nearest piece of furniture for what's probably show; the way they rest against it, they could fall right through without a single disturbance. ]

You? Idle? That's a surprise. I would have thought you'd be busy, as usual.

3. surprise! (yes, YES, THE TIGER IS OUT edition)
[ Perhaps you're simply passing time. Perhaps you're on another adventure. You could be doing one of half a dozen other things.

But one thing you know for certain is that Fray definitely should not be looking over your shoulder, or lounging at the bar, or sitting and reading, or simply Doing Anything in your vicinity away from you, manifested - made more than manifest, their existence has weight. Solid and real.

Should not - could not. But here they are anyway, in all their dubious glory. ]

3a. surprise! variant (for people who do not have fray attached to their brain)
[ It's strange to be separate, after so long...subsumed isn't the right word. They have plenty of space. But the tie that binds their existence to the person who had once picked up a job stone from a corpse, listened to his drifting words, is looser than usual.

So Fray wanders, enjoying the novelty. The touch of the wind, the sun. Hard to feel, but not impossible, if they try.

It's not so bad to have a day like this, every once in a while. Maybe they can drop in on all those friends their gracious host has, wouldn't that be funny...

Death, manifestation, all that they've been through, it's not made them any less curious. If there's a vice they share with the Warrior of Light, it's being a busybody. So they can show up simply...anywhere, far more silent than someone in full armor with a claymore has any right to be. To watch? To intervene? Simply to snoop? Fray can do all of that, it sure is fun having a physical separate form! ]

4. idk anything else i'm not your mom/dad/parent

[ This is kinda set up to be wol/xiv centric but seriously you can throw whoever the fuck at them, i'll roll with it ]

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[diviirtissement]

[You know, she shouldn't be surprised. Retirement from the free company, and passing the mantle on to another poor soul that's probably another piece of her (don't think about THAT too long) was never going to mean her own brain motel was going to go with it. Rookie mistake. Haven't made one of those in a while.

Frey lounging around on their tropical island sanctuary is a new one. Chalk that up to novelty. Rosmet just...stares, for a very long time, and sighs. Sure. This might as well happen.]

Now, the question is, are you going to be a problem for me going into Limsa, or are you going to be a problem for me right here?

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[punchgirl]

[You know. When Caelin picked up that job stone, she hadn't really expected much else from it. Just the usual job stone one gets for what skills they pick up. This one seemed a little different, but not that weird. She's carried it with her for some time now, only really engaging with the dark sword a couple of times.

She still prefers her fists over a blade any day. But sometimes it's nice to have.

She hears the voice and startles for a second, then sighs. ]

I do take a breather sometimes.

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[waywardsong]

[ahrun'ya's supplies in his room at the baldesion annex had grown considerably (mostly the odd knickknack here and there, some questionably magical items, and other weird things he has little to no use for because, like estinien, he cannot be trusted with his wallet sometimes), so he's having to pack light before the journey to tural. clothes and armor are strewn everywhere, and he's currently examining a half-built mammet that bears a striking resemblance to fourchenault leveilleur on his desk, deciding whether or not he wants to bring it with him. it could come in handy! maybe!

at the sound of the voice in his head, however, he lets out a long sigh]

... no one besides you is advising me against it. This may as well be a vacation, compared to my more recent journeys.

[the thirteenth is not really somewhere anyone would want to go sight-seeing]

heckle heckle heckle

[umbralshadow]

[Dadaba snorts a quiet laugh, not bothering shifting her gaze from reviewing her arcanima tome.] We were doomed the moment she mentioned going to the New World in G'rhyf's presence, and we both know it.

[The ship had only left Sharlayan a few hours ago; it hadn't taken long to get settled into her shared cabin with Krile, but the mistress of Baldesion wasn't there with her at the moment. She was up on deck with Eorzea's darling and Wuk Lamat to chatter about what awaited in Tural, leaving Dadaba with only the fairy Lily for company.]

[Physical company, at least. Dadaba smirks and scratches down a note on some scrap paper set to the side.] Another day, another head of state to be beholden to, right?