( For the billionth time since they left Doubles' Thermo, Zoro tries to send a message. It's become a habit, and he's begun to expect the error message that always follows.
[ G'raha had wandered back to those too-small bunks after he'd finally been fished out of the pod liquid, and slept there for quite some time. Only to wake up in a different room, but with his Watch still on, and a notification already present. He squints down at it, grateful he's wearing (marginally) more than a crop top and shorts-- or what he'd been wearing in Doubles Thermo-- and then remembers the trick he was shown on the pretend island to enlarge the display.
It takes some doing, but he carefully types a response. ]
Greetings! With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?
Quite right! The Seekers are patriarchal and each tribe is usually centered around a breeding male or nunh, while the Keepers are matriarchal, and their tribes are usually made up of a few families that hunt together.
G'raha has never attended so formal an event in his life! Not even acquiring his Archon marks had been given such pomp and circumstance. Dressed in a gown in a deep emerald hue that clings to his body and shows more skin than it covers, he walks the red carpet on Zoro's arm, and the warmth of his companion's hand on the small of his back-- just above the base of his extremely sensitive tail-- is enough to make blood rush southward. The garment seems to be enchanted to keep everything smooth until someone else's hands adjust it, though, so he's already in quite the state by the time they reach their 'seat.'
"Zor--" he starts to say, though the swordsman seems quite distracted by his-- what was it the employee had said? Swag bag?
"Zoro, please..." He reaches out to steady himself with one hand against his companion's arm, his hair already coming loose from the small chignon at the nape of his neck due to a prickle of sweat along his scalp. "Your hand was so close to my tail, I..." He takes a slow breath to steady himself, but this close to someone he has such a fondness for and can smell even through the faint scent of beauty products only serves to make his situation worse.
He gives pause, though, ears twitching-- he's not the only one in such a state, given the moans from rows away. He clears his throat gently, and steps closer to Zoro, face flushed. "I require your assistance."
Just when G'raha had thought he'd seen it all at the Golden Peacock, it surprised him yet again. The boobie sharks were... something, the reverse mermaids were somehow more stomach turning than the horrors he'd seen during his time on the First, but the sex club at least seemed to be closer to business as usual for the resort.
He takes a seat at the bar and orders a mojito with extra mint and lime so he can taste the alcohol even less, and pulls his bingo card out of the singular pocket of his short black swim trunks. The rest of his outfit only consists of a red shirt with only the barest hint of a floral pattern which has been left completely unbuttoned, heart-shaped sunglasses that rest atop his head, and equally blue sandals on his feet. He looks the card and its unmarked squares over, lips momentarily pursing-- until the bartender greets someone who has taken the seat next to him while also placing G'raha's drink in front of him.
He favors the woman with a smile, his long, feline ears perking up. "Good day! May I buy you a drink?" Someone had done so for him, his last time here, and he's a firm believer in paying a good deed forward.
Logic has ever been a fast friend of one G'raha Tia, but there is also something to be said for trusting one's intuition. Side by side and step in step with Barret, they've made their way through the Mind Palace together, and found themselves in a location that calls itself the Dreamwell. The public dream journal doesn't seem like the right cup of tea for either of them, and thus they press on, until they find an illuminated inkblot.
"Ah, the oracle," he remarks, taking a halting step forward, his ears pinching back ever so slightly as he focuses on the shape. "Is that..." He cants his head to one side, humming briefly. "A parent and child?" The instant he speaks the words aloud, he gasps, his mind flung back in time to his years on the First, when he originally took in a Viis child after her parents' tragic, sudden passing.
"Gods," he hisses, bringing one hand up to hold the side of his head. "I try not to think about that..."
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( For the billionth time since they left Doubles' Thermo, Zoro tries to send a message. It's become a habit, and he's begun to expect the error message that always follows.
Except there's no error message this time.
Zoro stares. )
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It takes some doing, but he carefully types a response. ]
Greetings! With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?
un: 3swords
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April 2025 After Dark Overflow
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Quite right! The Seekers are patriarchal and each tribe is usually centered around a breeding male or nunh, while the Keepers are matriarchal, and their tribes are usually made up of a few families that hunt together.
Oh, fae exist as well!
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for birdleaf
Oh! I see... That's very interesting!
Mine is magic, most of which anyone can pick up with some training and the right mindset.
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you ever thought about writing a book about your life?
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I am content to be a footnote in the tale of the Warrior of Light. :)
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un: 3swords
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Why do you ask?
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un: 3swords (afternoon on 5/9)
(afternoon on 5/9)
That's wonderful news!
Somehow he picked up that exclamation points equal enthusiasm. Sorry Zoro.
No more reaching for something that isn't there. :)
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May 2025 TDM Overflow
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June 2025 Welcome Event Overflow
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June 2025 Game Event Overflow
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un: 3swords
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I am currently in the library.
Yourself?
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August 2025 Event Overflow
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( This whole camping situation, that is. )
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though i must admit i rather preferred when it was just you and i. :)
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