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[bravury]

[The camera feed clicks on to the view of a fairly normal looking man in not so normal looking armor. His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as he still messes with the pokegear in question for a good minute before-]

Ah. Is this thing working?

[Look, it's a good thing he got practice during that weird weekend or he would be worse at this. His gloves aren't really making things easier either but.]

If fate should decide I must be stuck here, then so be it. I was already made aware of such things during a... 'weird weekend' I believe it was called.

Nay... [He shakes his head before turning the camera to the real point of this video. His Galarian Meowth who is just living it's life. Head slightly turned, chewing on some long grass. Little bit of a vacant wild expression to it.]

I understand we are supposed to rely on beasts here, but I don't see how. It just keeps wanting to chew on grass.

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[bravury]

A shame you got stuck with such poor company.

[Gods, that is far too long for anyone to have to deal with Emet-Selch. Though he supposes after a while one would get used to his certain brand of dramatics...]

Assuming you are from Eorzea— save for your Warrior of Light, there is scant few I would know.

[stardiving]

If he should become too much of a pain to deal with, tis satisfying to hit him. Though then you might have to contend with his complaining of we violent mortals.

[He's been worn down by it. Like a rock in a river.]

Even that is complicated. You yourself look more akin to the Warrior of Light that I know than the woman here--Ziva is her name, and I do believe she is who she says, but I knew her not ere her arrival.

What lands do you hail from, then?

[bravury]

[He's stunned momentarily by that answer, his eyebrows raising in disbelief before he lets out an amused chuckle. You. He like you.]

You speak from experience! I would rather be spared his complaints, but who can say where my fists may land should he warrant it.

Ah, well. I cannot say the name Ziva rings any bells. The Warrior of Light I know of is no woman. [a slight pause.] ...and any resemblance I bear to him is purely coincidence, we are both Hyur after all.

[At least he's pretty sure that's what they called Humes over there. He doesn't want to entertain the thought of why else he'd look like the WoL right now.]

As for my home first I must ask, know you the tale of Hydaelyn and Zodiark? Of the great sundering, and the reflections it created?

[stardiving]

[Bonding over decking Emet-Selch seems like a good time.]

Tis not that you are close enough that I would mistake him for you, least from the front.

[He shrugs and shakes his head.]

Only what I have been told. Emet-Selch spoke to me of it some months ago, when we both had recently arrived.

[You're about to tell him you're from one of those reflections, aren't you? And because the fates have absolutely no sense of irony and coincidence doesn't exist, likely the one the Scions had been called to.]

[bravury]

Oh, but from the back?

[A jest, the man he's been watching on the First is far more unkempt than he is. He nods though, glad that he guessed correctly that Estinien would know. Emet-Selch seemed to enjoy hearing himself talk and if it wasn't him he guessed by association with the Source's champion.]

Then I'm sure you can guess. The reflection nearest to the Source—the First—is my home. So besides a handful of your lot, I doubt I would be familiar with most from 'our' home.

[stardiving]

For a moment or two, mayhap.

[Before he realized that indeed whoever you are, you know how to use a comb. Which is slightly rich, coming from him.]

Tis well that there are not many of us--though I believe of us, I am the only one that has not been to your homeland.