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[Action | Raithwall's Tomb | One Week Ago]

[So he really couldn't help himself. There had been some strange book on the table and Ceodore picked it up to see what it was. He thought it might be a gift from Ursula or something. Next thing he knew, there was a glaring light and then Outside Burning Sun. He's gotten used to the sun over the last few months he and Ursula spent governing the Skysea but this feels much hotter and intense.

He holds a hand up to shade his eyes so he can see and what he makes out is familiar. The tomb where Ursula arrived on Gaia. But why in the world is he here? Makes no sense at all. For a moment he suspects another bout with Memoria but that doesn't feel right either. He's alone, and definitely not experiencing a memory. Weird. These things weren't supposed to happen anymore. Not since they settled the Garland/Chaos problem months ago.

He reaches in his pocket for his skyphone to call Ursula first, then his parents. Mother will fret herself sick if she thinks he's gone missing. It's not working. Great. Off in some obscure part of the continent, phone is busted, not a moogle in sight.

Inside the tomb really isn't the best place to get out of the sun, but it's miserable cooking in one's own armor, so he turns to seek out the shelter of the derelict castle at the opposite end of the valley... only to find nothing more than an earthen corridor.]

Hey what gives?

[At this point though, shade is shelter and deserts are really hot. So Ceodore makes quickly for the narrow path into the rock. He follows it for a while until it opens up into what almost looks like a beach. Or it would if there weren't some sort of liquid sand spreading out to the horizon.]

Whoa...

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[Don't worry too much, Mjrn! Ceodore's got a few talents: he can use a few weapons; got a little white magic to use; very adept at falling, being knocked around, faceplanting... and then somehow keep ticking. Although her Cure couldn't have come at a better time, that extra boost of strength he's using won't last much longer and he doesn't want to waste it. Nor does he particularly want to embarrass himself by falling over like he's done in the past.

Scrambling to his feet, he bashes Garuda in the head with his shield to addle its senses long enough for him to dive under its wing and yank his weapon out of its side. The exit wounding expands the space for the magic to hit and should end the creature. Meanwhile, he's starting to cast Cura on himself. He can feel the added drive fading and now seems like a lousy time to pass out.]

[Noting that her companion's strength is not what it was, Mjrn heads over as soon as she's certain the creature isn't moving. She tops off that Cura spell with another Cure of her own.]

Do you need more healing? What did you do?

I'm ok.

[He hasn't faceplanted in front of a nice girl. Everything is mostly fine. Except for being incredibly ravenous now. He scratches at the back of his head with a sheepish grin.]

It's... kinda complicated.

[Which means if he knew exactly what it is he'd done, he'd absolutely blurt it out because he's got very little filter. Best guess anyone's had is that it's some sort of trace of his Lunarian heritage. But spouting off that his grandfather came from the moon isn't one of those things he's supposed to be openly sharing. He's come to be proud of his lineage, but even he recognizes it's not entirely normal.]

Thanks for the help... ah... Mjrn, right?

[It's been a very long time since they spoke, but he remembers well enough being shot at by a group of angry Viera and falling out of their village. She was the only one who didn't seem determined to kill him for intruding.]

[Mjrn stops and stares, because....]

Yes, but how do you know this? We have not met. Are you a new member to Clan Centurio?

[Very new, because she's there often enough to know all the other members.]

Clan what?

[Is he talking about her people? Because he's pretty sure they wanted him dead. They were pretty angry. Maybe something happened to her memory when those Lucavi killed her at Pinnacle Rock. He never really found out what happened to her after that.

Ceodore shakes his head a little. No point making an issue of this. It's really his own fault for not keeping up better.]

Sorry, nevermind. Uh, but can I borrow your phone? Mine's not working.

Clan Centurio; it is a hunter's clan, based in Rabanastre. I have been a member for some years. I thought perhaps you new of the hunt in this area....

[She trails off, looking at him oddly.]

My...phone? What do you mean?

You know, from the moogles?

[He pulls his skyphone out to show Mjrn. This is really really strange. Then again, he's looking around and something's not quite right.]

Hey, uh... where'd that old castle go? The weird upside down one?

[Because that was kinda here the last time he was out at Raithwall's Tomb collecting Ursula. Sadly the irony is lost on Ceodore.]

[Mjrn's continuing to stare at him like that, because...yeah, not making any sense. She glances to the phone and shakes her head.]

There is no castle nearby, especially not one which you describe. Nor are such devices known to Ivalice.

Ivalice? Like... Basch's Ivalice?

[Or Larsa or the Lady Ashe. There's a sick in the pit of his stomach feeling right now. Princess Ashe had said the tomb was from her world and that of one of her ancestors. Having been jerked out of his own home before, he's figuring out very quickly that he's quite possibly now been jerked away from Gaia. Not good. Exceptionally not good.]

[Another odd look. Why do you keep saying things that provoke it, Ceodore?]

You...you know Basch? Captain Basch, from Dalmasca?

[Side effect of being a derpling, sadly. He causes a lot of those.]

Y-yes?

[Or well, he knew and respected the man on Gaia. But if Mjrn doesn't know or remember, would Captain Basch or anyone else? He's being kinda rude though, putting her at a disadvantage by knowing her name and not offering his own.]

Sorry. I uh, I'm Ceodore of the Red Wings.

[Even if he's not on his own world anymore, or even Gaia, he doesn't need those things to lay claim to that. And its easier than going into details about his parents or nation.]

Kind of not from around here.

The...yes, I see that.

[Mjrn's starting to look worried about him.]

Have you been in the sun overlong? I would not wish you to get heat sickness.

[If he doesn't have it already, which she's could easily believe.]

N-no. I'm fine.

[Not entirely the truth. He's obviously already starting to turn quite pink. Moonperson skin in desert sun isn't a great combination.]

I don't think I'm getting Desert Fever.

[Then again, he wouldn't know. He's only heard about it and that you shouldn't push too hard in a desert, and plenty of rest, etc. What he does have is a loudly rumbling stomach. He's always hungry, it seems like, but especially right now after tapping into that latent Lunarian strength. He can almost hear Porom's nagging and his mother panicking.

He is very hot, though. Ceodore squints at the distance, trying to figure out what those big circular objects are beyond the rocks.]

[She eyes him carefully, then shakes her head.]

Even so, in such attire and without proper supplies in the Sandsea, you would soon gain it. You emerged from the Gate Crystal nearby, did you not? I can use it to guide you to Rabanastre.

[It will mean postponing her hunt, but she's not about to let someone suffer for it. Besides, she has teleport crystals to spare and can return soon enough.]

Well I... [He's not all that sure how he got here, though that crystal is as good a guess as any. Not that he wishes to lie, but he doesn't really know.] I think so.

You sure? I don't want to keep you from what you were doing.

[Wait a sec, something she said...]

Wait, Sandsea? Like that stuff out there? It's a sea of sand?

[Mjrn nods.]

It is known more specifically as the Nam-Yensa Sandsea. Together with the Ogir-Yensa Sandsea to the east, it is called the Great Yensan Sandsea. Traveling to Rabanastre from here on foot is no easy journey, nor swift. I would not recommend it, especially devoid of supplies.

[Ceodore nods. Sounds like sage advice to him, as he's already roasting. But instead of turning back towards the gate crystal, he starts to trot over to the edge of those sands moving like waves. Sorry, Mjrn, he's curious!

He kneels down and plunges in both hands, staring as the sand pours off like water.]

Amazing... We don't have anything like this at home and it wasn't in Gaia either.

[And here he thought an entire sea suspended on a floating continent was incredible.]

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[Mjrn waits patiently, remembering her own first sight of the Sandsea.]

There was naught like it in the Wood, as well. When first I saw the Sandsea, it seemed incredible, too fantastic to be true. And yet it was no mirage....

Wood? Oh right your village.

[The one he fell out of...

He stands and dusts his hands off, stealing one more long look at the geological wonder.]

Sorry about that. All set when you are. And thanks for this.

[Growing more unnerved, Mjrn turns to lead the way.]

You speak of Captain Basch and now my village. How do you know of these? And of me? What you have said has only served to confuse, thus far.

I- I'm sorry.

[Man, he's making a mess of things. Those old feelings of not being good enough are mildly bubbling under the surface now, and he feels like a jerk confusing and upsetting a nice lady who's been nothing but helpful. His head hangs while he follows along and broods on how he's making things worse.]

I met you before, on Gaia. And Captain Basch and Larsa. And you. Well, actually you found me first. On the phone. When I... kinda fell out the village.

...this isn't making a lot of sense, I guess.

[Mjrn's not running out of confused glances, that much is evident.]

Gaia? I have never heard of such a realm, let alone visited it. My village is located in the Wood, south of Dalmasca, and always has been. And I do not believe all humes appear alike; I would have remembered you, as well.

[Her brow furrows, trying to reconcile all this into something that makes sense.]

Some I can attribute to heat sickness, no doubt, and once we reach Rabanastre I can bring you to see a healer. But the rest....

You know Larsa as well? And you...how did you fall out of the village?!? The way is closed to humes, unless a viera guided you inside.

Not exactly. Viera are the reason I fell out. They didn't like me being there.

[He's got the good grace to look sheepish about more or less being an intruder, even if it wasn't his choice.]

Gaia is not my home world. People arrived from different places, including Ivalice. Places too. The Viera village was one of them and well... that's where I showed up. You were there, and Basch and Larsa.

[More people than just them too but it was too many to list.]

I just... don't understand why I'm here. I thought we stabilized the world so no one would leave anymore.

[The young viera reaches up to rub at her temple as they trek back to the tomb's entrance, wishing Basch or Larsa were here to confirm either the story or the young hume's delusion. But how else would he know certain things?]

I do not understand your presence either. Nor does your tale sound familiar in any measure. Ivalice is full of many wonders, but never have I heard of those who have traveled from other worlds. Or that such existed.

[But she doesn't think he was lying, whatever the cause. It's a terrible lie, for one thing, and she can see that he has her trait of being unable to do so if his life depended on it. Fortunately, it doesn't.]

You were in Eruyt...had other humes not entered before you, namely Basch and his companions, it would seem incredible. Even then, they needed a viera to guide them. Simply arriving there ought not be possible.

...who was present?

[She's not sure she can bring herself to ask about Jote directly, but it's on her mind.]

There were a lot of them, but I didn't get a chance to ask names. They wanted me out.

[And he was inclined to oblige them, and was attempting to do so when he took an accidental quicker route out.]

I'm sorry...

[Truly, he is. If he could give more information, he would. He feels he owes her at least that much.]

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Sorry for slows D:

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