a. Join the Fun [Freedom for the city, here…. He can't help but chuckle a little at the celebrations, letting some of the children pull him into a play of revolution.]
Ah, you need someone to help you in the battle? But I don't think I could be the only one there… Perhaps you might join us?
b. Forget-Me-Not [He's made more flower crowns here than he can ever remember making back in Eorzea. He's in the process of making one himself, but he'll glance up if someone seems interesting.]
This isn't quite the memorial I expected these would be used for, but… It is relaxing.
[He doesn't seem particularly aware of it for now, but the fragrance of the flowers does evoke a memory of teasing Minfilia in the Waking Sands over a novel, and being teased right back.]
2. Uninvited Guests
[The moment he realises Morgana Drummond is back Thancred bristles, every feather slowly puffing to increase his apparent size. Of course it's not over without a body- of course it'd be on the anniversary, and she'd leave them no way of getting to her. He eyes her the whole time, fists clenched- jerks away as the sleeping spell goes off. …at least the Mirrorbound aren't affected, but that the people of Dorchacht are-]
We need to find what's coming, and stop them.
[He starts off running, but takes to the air soon enough- he's no plans to be caught on the ground. While it doesn't best suit his melee skills, he can- and does- dive in, attempting to land wounds where he can.
Given the necromancers seem to be in control of some of the monsters, taking them out seems as though it ought to help.]
Let me see if I can't make an opening. As soon as you're ready-
[This song is meant to lower their guard, even disorientate- but he'll need someone there while he's focused on that.]
4. Aftermath
[At the end of the fighting, Thancred drags a little more energy out of himself to help bring those sleeping to a safer location. Once that's more or less done, he slumps, staring at the ground for a moment. What could they have done to stop this…? Could they have known…?]
…we can't leave her this time. [There's no doubt about that.] But- what of everyone here?
Thancred Waters | harpy | ota
a. Join the Fun
[Freedom for the city, here…. He can't help but chuckle a little at the celebrations, letting some of the children pull him into a play of revolution.]
Ah, you need someone to help you in the battle? But I don't think I could be the only one there… Perhaps you might join us?
b. Forget-Me-Not
[He's made more flower crowns here than he can ever remember making back in Eorzea. He's in the process of making one himself, but he'll glance up if someone seems interesting.]
This isn't quite the memorial I expected these would be used for, but… It is relaxing.
[He doesn't seem particularly aware of it for now, but the fragrance of the flowers does evoke a memory of teasing Minfilia in the Waking Sands over a novel, and being teased right back.]
2. Uninvited Guests
[The moment he realises Morgana Drummond is back Thancred bristles, every feather slowly puffing to increase his apparent size. Of course it's not over without a body- of course it'd be on the anniversary, and she'd leave them no way of getting to her. He eyes her the whole time, fists clenched- jerks away as the sleeping spell goes off. …at least the Mirrorbound aren't affected, but that the people of Dorchacht are-]
We need to find what's coming, and stop them.
[He starts off running, but takes to the air soon enough- he's no plans to be caught on the ground. While it doesn't best suit his melee skills, he can- and does- dive in, attempting to land wounds where he can.
Given the necromancers seem to be in control of some of the monsters, taking them out seems as though it ought to help.]
Let me see if I can't make an opening. As soon as you're ready-
[This song is meant to lower their guard, even disorientate- but he'll need someone there while he's focused on that.]
4. Aftermath
[At the end of the fighting, Thancred drags a little more energy out of himself to help bring those sleeping to a safer location. Once that's more or less done, he slumps, staring at the ground for a moment. What could they have done to stop this…? Could they have known…?]
…we can't leave her this time. [There's no doubt about that.] But- what of everyone here?