[Someone should be in bed, to be completely honest. But after reaching a compromise, Urianger brought Thancred over here to meet with Y'shtola, provided he sit and rest. So the uncomfortable desk chair has been furnished with some blankets and pillows, and a small ottoman found in one of the dusty corners has been moved to let him put his feet up.
Urianger adjusts the blanket atop Thancred before sitting down beside him.]
[A long-suffering sigh, too dramatic to be serious as he shifts his weight to accomodate for the addition.]
And here I'd meant to use this time to share things of import, not put myself to rest. [Except that was never gonna happen one without the other when he knew both of his fellow Scions would be here. But he craves levity right now. Anything.] I'd be thoroughly embarrassed to go dozing off in front of poor Sorawo for a second time.
So sayeth the man who would not suffer to let me leave the bed whilst I recovered from mine own injuries. Thou wilt allow me to care for thee how I may, I prithee.
[Sure, his injuries made it a lot harder to move around, but still. Thancred lost an arm and an eye. That's even worse.
But with that, he does lighten up enough to smile at Thancred.]
It doth bring me great relief to see thee so attentive.
[Ah, touche. There's a slight rueful tintnto his smile back.]
In no small part to Nala and Nozomi's efforts, as well as Yugamu and Victor. Really, all I feel now is tantamount to exhaustion. [His arm aches something awful, sure, but there wasn't much he could do about that anymore.]
To think I was just joking of missing my eye covering only a week or two ago... perhaps I should stop while I'm ahead.
[Y'shtola is asking for similar, and he would rather both hear. If Sorawo interjects, all the better. rip nala So he waits until he has both their attentions properly, before he starts.]
Mm. A trial, is what I was told.
It must have been sometime this morning we were snatched up. Stuck in a room of nothing but white as far as one could see, looping in on itself no matter what way one walked. Only three doors stood there, with plaques like that at the museum.
Three doors, and the six of us. Two to a door was the only way to open them, and we had no other way forward.
Entering gave no problem. Progressing, however? It required a price.
Call it a gut feeling of sorts, whenever we tried to leave our close quarters. Any further door entered, we either had to leave something behind, bring something with us, or take something from someone else.
"Something", we learned, had to be a part of ourselves. Our body. Our memories. Our wishes. We had none of our items, and in the case of Anaxagoras and I, we came across very little to take of material value in our surroundings.
We also knew, inherently, that each price offered would compound. And that, no matter what, there was no turning back.
Please, it's not as though I offered it in full. I'm not that daft. I'd meant it only for my left eye. I managed reconnaissance for Ishgard and Ala Mhigo well enough with it impaired, so it was a gamble I knew I could recover from at worst.
[Still, he gives a nod at Urianger's correct assumption.]
Aye, they did. Given whispers around the room, we thought they might be a homunculus, like that which Vytra used in Thavnair. Not very expressive -I could only manage to get their name.
They panicked in the second room. Most of that time I had to spend restraining them. It was, ah...
It looked... very similar to that room of tanks to our west. [The room they eventually burst out from.] But all they contained were malformed attempts at the very same child.
[ Don't mind her, she's over here listening right now, content to think while Urianger asks questions. She'll have a laundry list of her own when Thancred is done. ]
...Aye. That was no issue, though Anaxagoras mentioned they could not open the second door and use the child as payment twice.
The final room was where we reconvened with the rest. Every inch was made of iridescent strips like ribbons. The very same iridescence we keep running across, yes. And all that was in its midst was a woman.
Magi, was what she called herself. Something made for the sole purpose to listen to desires and regrets and grant them, with no limit to what she can do.
As best as we could glean out of her, though she was about as obtuse as it was trying to speak with Hydaelyn at times.
She no longer knows if she was creates or if she has simply existed. Only that she has been as she is for as long as she can remember, and that wishes are her sole purpose. There is nothing needed for her wishes, by her claim. No price or punishment. She will simply grant them. But we observed that while that was the case for a couple things tested by the others, it was... variable on how she would grant them.
[A glance given, very carefully, to Y'shtola.]
For instance. This entire situation was one such variable of an answer.
The wish giver heard cries from many demanding a way to find cure for an illness. And, in her generosity-- [He is trying to keep the sarcasm light in that word but its noticeable] --she granted it.
Not the cure itself. Only the means to find it. Our presence was only a tool to increase the success.
[...ah. Urianger's expression also turns quite serious.]
That doth reflect what we have come to know of this wish giver. Whilst wishes are granted without a price, the interpretation of the results...may not be as expected or desired.
[He looks at Thancred as he says it, reflecting on the nightmares that Thancred and Lynne experienced. Not to mention Henrietta van Zieks escaping her fatal illness only to become a monster...
He exhales and shakes his head.]
At the very least, we now know our reason for arriving here...strange though it may seem. Did she have further insight as to how we are meant to discover the cure? And...didst thou have a confrontation with her?
I would hold out on assumptions, however. Most of what we did travel through seemed to be reflections of Victor and his homeland, up until we reached our end. Whether they were connected or not to Magi, we could not tell.
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Urianger adjusts the blanket atop Thancred before sitting down beside him.]
So it doth. No rest for the weary, as ever...
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And here I'd meant to use this time to share things of import, not put myself to rest. [Except that was never gonna happen one without the other when he knew both of his fellow Scions would be here. But he craves levity right now. Anything.] I'd be thoroughly embarrassed to go dozing off in front of poor Sorawo for a second time.
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[Sure, his injuries made it a lot harder to move around, but still. Thancred lost an arm and an eye. That's even worse.
But with that, he does lighten up enough to smile at Thancred.]
It doth bring me great relief to see thee so attentive.
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In no small part to Nala and Nozomi's efforts, as well as Yugamu and Victor. Really, all I feel now is tantamount to exhaustion. [His arm aches something awful, sure, but there wasn't much he could do about that anymore.]
To think I was just joking of missing my eye covering only a week or two ago... perhaps I should stop while I'm ahead.
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[They're also the reason why he recovered so quickly from his incident in England.
That part about Thancred's eye, though... Urianger sighs. Talk about manifesting destiny in all the wrong ways...]
Pray, see that thou dost. I would prefer thee to retain the rest of thy body where it is.
[He holds his gaze on the gaudy new eye patch, reflecting on times past.]
Ne'er did I expect thee to lose that eye again...and with such permanence.
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[Mmm. But he tips his gaze back up towards the ceiling again.]
I'd accepted the loss when I realized it was necessary. Something I knew I've lived without before.
But what I thought was acceptable didn't matter.
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What...led to all of this loss? I recall hearing of you all paying a price. What happened?
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rip nalaSo he waits until he has both their attentions properly, before he starts.]Mm. A trial, is what I was told.
It must have been sometime this morning we were snatched up. Stuck in a room of nothing but white as far as one could see, looping in on itself no matter what way one walked. Only three doors stood there, with plaques like that at the museum.
Three doors, and the six of us. Two to a door was the only way to open them, and we had no other way forward.
Entering gave no problem. Progressing, however? It required a price.
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[So much for their lazy little morning.
But he goes on to listen from there, brow furrowed.]
And how was the price determined?
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"Something", we learned, had to be a part of ourselves. Our body. Our memories. Our wishes. We had none of our items, and in the case of Anaxagoras and I, we came across very little to take of material value in our surroundings.
We also knew, inherently, that each price offered would compound. And that, no matter what, there was no turning back.
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He lowers his gaze.]
I cannot begin to imagine how such inherent feelings must have felt in the moment.
How many doors didst thou encounter?
[Was it just Thancred's eye and arm lost...?]
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My first I offered the sense of sight, hoping it would only blind me. But my eye was taken fully instead.
The second, I offered only a finger from my left hand. I lost three. [And yet that is the arm that is now fully missing.]
I know not what Anaxagoras offered for the second door. But the first...
[...]
We found a child, within the first room. Their name was Finis.
Anaxagoras wished to take them as equivalent for his price, and it was accepted.
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[Like damn Thancred, what kind of offering?! Granted, he probably didn't expect permanent blindness, but still...
Two offerings, though, and yet none of it explains how Thancred lost his arm. But he'll wait as he's sure there's more yet to the story.]
Thou didst find a child in these rooms? Then they came along with thee, is that right?
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[Still, he gives a nod at Urianger's correct assumption.]
Aye, they did. Given whispers around the room, we thought they might be a homunculus, like that which Vytra used in Thavnair. Not very expressive -I could only manage to get their name.
They panicked in the second room. Most of that time I had to spend restraining them. It was, ah...
It looked... very similar to that room of tanks to our west. [The room they eventually burst out from.] But all they contained were malformed attempts at the very same child.
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Oh, this story is going places, huh...]
I can certainly imagine why they would panic in such a place. Twelve preserve...
Wert thou able to escape the room with them?
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The final room was where we reconvened with the rest. Every inch was made of iridescent strips like ribbons. The very same iridescence we keep running across, yes. And all that was in its midst was a woman.
Magi, was what she called herself. Something made for the sole purpose to listen to desires and regrets and grant them, with no limit to what she can do.
Our wish giver.
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[And put together several puzzle pieces in the process. So she is indeed the source of the iridescence, too. Hm.]
Did she go on to explain herself?
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As best as we could glean out of her, though she was about as obtuse as it was trying to speak with Hydaelyn at times.
She no longer knows if she was creates or if she has simply existed. Only that she has been as she is for as long as she can remember, and that wishes are her sole purpose. There is nothing needed for her wishes, by her claim. No price or punishment. She will simply grant them. But we observed that while that was the case for a couple things tested by the others, it was... variable on how she would grant them.
[A glance given, very carefully, to Y'shtola.]
For instance. This entire situation was one such variable of an answer.
The wish giver heard cries from many demanding a way to find cure for an illness. And, in her generosity-- [He is trying to keep the sarcasm light in that word but its noticeable] --she granted it.
Not the cure itself. Only the means to find it. Our presence was only a tool to increase the success.
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That doth reflect what we have come to know of this wish giver. Whilst wishes are granted without a price, the interpretation of the results...may not be as expected or desired.
[He looks at Thancred as he says it, reflecting on the nightmares that Thancred and Lynne experienced. Not to mention Henrietta van Zieks escaping her fatal illness only to become a monster...
He exhales and shakes his head.]
At the very least, we now know our reason for arriving here...strange though it may seem. Did she have further insight as to how we are meant to discover the cure? And...didst thou have a confrontation with her?
[Thancred, your arm.]
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...Like clones?
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I would hold out on assumptions, however. Most of what we did travel through seemed to be reflections of Victor and his homeland, up until we reached our end. Whether they were connected or not to Magi, we could not tell.
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Magi?
[Imagine knowing things. Couldn't be Sorawo.]
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[aka he explains next tag in the main story thread]