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🦆 Zoissette and Klynt , Obtaining a Fountune/Settling Down/Lemonade Stand

🦩 Nyx and Erick, One Upping Each Other/Standing Up For/ Embarrassing Them

🦤 Karaswa and Azem, Crossing a Line/Hurt Feelings/ Lovers to Friends

🦜 Courier and Post Moogle, Singing and/or Dancing Together/Discovering Mutual Passion/Coming Out

Past me is such an asshole

🦆 Zoissette and Klynt , Settling Down

They always knew their story would end. But it took so long that they did not notice when it didn't. Friends and family passed on, but somehow, they never did.

The world moved on. It had new challenges, but new heroes to meet them. They had thrown their spark into the future, never expecting to see its light, but found themselves being kept warm by the campfire it lit aflame.

They were no longer needed, and anyroad, they were old, and so they settled down. Klynt had her children to look after, and Zoissette had her wife for a time. But children grow up, and spouses grow old, and time waits for no woman, no matter how bold.

The times they were apart from one another grew longer and longer, but they still kept up with each other, two warriors who had been in the dirt and the mud and the salt and the blood. A friendship such as theirs would always have such crew, but all journeys must one day end beyond the infinite horizon.

And so when their story ended at last, it was written on their own terms. They never said their goodbyes. For souls such as theirs, such was unnecessary. And so they each charted their final course, and set sail into the long, good night.

And in their wake, a thousand lights shined. Each spark a star, a light into a hopeful future they had fought to secure, forevermore.

~*~

🦩 Nyx and Erick, One Upping Each Other/Standing Up For Each Other/This one got away from me

Erick wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he slowly circled his opponent. Barryl tol Dylanius, former Frumentarium agent, somehow, SOMEHOW staying afloat, with practically an Legion's worth of manpower backing him, despite the fact that none of the Garlean remnants otherwise wanted anything to do with him.

Erick really hated this guy.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Eorzea's favourite second-fiddle failure. How's it feel getting those sloppy spy seconds from Thancred all the time, big guy? And look, now you get my leftovers, too. All I have to do is walk away, buddy boy, and you'll be left holding the bag. Again. That bag will be empty, just to be clear."

Erick looked past him, and shook his head.

"Oh no, I'm not falling for that again. I'm in state of the art magitek armor big guy. Nobody's sneaking up on me."

Nyx's expression was unreadable, but at least they hadn't finished the motion that would wind up with a knife clear into Barryl's skull. Erick let out a sigh of relief when they vanished again.

"But hey, at least your girlfriend will live, right? You just gotta do what you hate to do buddy. Just let me just walk away. Gotta say, past Barryl, putting that heartbeat monitor bomb right under the orphanage where Meya works? Simple genius. Thanks, present Barryl. But enough about our little dance here, Erick. I gotta go enjoy the fruits of my labor. Toodle-doo!"

Barryl's grin got bigger, and Erick just glowered at him.

Barryl's grin got smaller, and Erick just sort of frowned, confused.

Barryl started to rock back and forth in place. "Hey! What's going on!" he yelled.

Nyx stepped out from behind him, and a moment later, Barryl screamed, briefly, as his magitek armor suit electrocuted him, and he fell over.

"MEYA! NO!" yelled Erick.

"Meya and the orphanage shall be fine," said Nyx in their characteristic monotone as Erick rushed over. "I have disabled his armor and am now mimicking his heartbeat signal. The bomb will not detonate."

"Oh, shit, really? You can do that?"

"Yes."

"Give me a -heart attack- why don't you. You could've said something!"

They both looked down at Barryl's still twitching body.

"So... you're sure the bomb won't go off if we do something to him now," said Erick.

"Yes. Do you want to kill him?"

"...hey you locked up his armor, right? Can you put his helmet back on him and lock him out from being able to talk? 'Cus I just got the best idea."

Sometime later, Barryl woke up, shaking his head clear. "Whoa... what happened to us, Barryl?" he asked nobody in particular.

Weird how his voice echoed. It was like his helmet mic and speaker set weren't working. He could just barely hear a tinny voice from outside, though.

"Alright, children. Now for the last stop on our tour, Gage Acquisitions was very nice to provide us with a suit of decommissioned Garlean magitek armor. And special today, you can see for yourselves how tough it is. Go ahead and use any of the tools present to try to see if you can dent it. Just be careful with the larger hammers! Miss Ganajai will be right here if anyone gets hurt."

Barryl heard the sounds of rocks pinging against the outside of his armor, and he chuckled to himself. "Oh, just you wait until I figure out the override codes and get this thing going again. In the meanwhile, this armor's rated against even the strongest weapons. Barryl's got all day to figure this one out, kiddos, and then I'm going to turn Erick inside out."

Ping. Pong. Ping. Ping. Ping. And then, a loud THUD that reverberated through the armor like a bell being run.

"Heh heh. Yeah, keep it up. I can handle this all day."

Ping. Pong. Thump. Thump. Thump. THUD.

"Hah hah. Okay. Okay. I get it. We can stop this now. Go ahead and just give up now, Erick ol' buddy, and I'll go easy on you."

Ping. Ping. Ping. Thump. THUD. Thump. THUD.

The kids, apparently, were really getting into it. Barryl began to sweat.

"Alright come on knock it off!"

Ping ping ping THUD thump THUD ring ping a ding a pong pong pong BONG

"HELP!"

Erick crossed his arms and smiled as Nyx stood silently next to him, Meya cheerfully wrangling the kids even as they picked up larger and heavier objects.

"See Nyx? This is how you do this job. With style."

"Of course, Erick."

~*~

🦤 Karaswa and Azem, Hurt Feelings

Atraxae just sat, her feet dangling over the edge of the Amaurotine fencing that lined the walkway.

It wasn't real.

How funny. A fake city for a man who had no idea how to be real.

"Swive me," she said quietly.

Soft steps came up behind her.

"Might I share in thy pensiveness?"

"Knock yerself out."

Urianger scooted to the edge of the walkway, and soon he too was looking out over the cityscape.

"Thou art still unsettled by the visage of thine old friend."

"Hells yes I'm still shook up about that. I told ya, right? Everything here is fake. A pretty picture painted by a delusional arse in a rat man's coat, that's what. This wasn't what the place was like, and those people are just bloody - worse than mummers in a play. A mummer can at least improvise, carry a tune. Hell, even your wotsits, the little metal clockwork metal guys, ah, help me out here-"

"Mammets."

"Yeah, even they're more real than anything or anyone down here. That little stroppy one of Serendipity's, Gigi, they're a -hoot- and they got more brains than Emet-Suckit."

"Thou hath begun to repeat your colourful epithets for thine countryman."

"He don't deserve the effort of my incredible creativity."

"As thou sayeth."

They sat quietly for a bit. Behind them, a cubus rooted around in the bushes under a tree.

"But somehow he made Hythlodaeus real enough," Atraxae said, quietly. "It was - it was almost just like I remember him. Wonder what that says. About souls. About who people are. Like, I'm me, you know, but how much of me could you make just from what other people know about me, yannow? ...I think about that a lot."

"I suspect thou wouldst, given the history and outcome of your singularly revolutionary creations."

"Aw, you say the sweetest things," said Atraxae, punching him cheerfully in the arm. Urianger pretended to wince, and she laughed.

"...yannow, I almost convinced myself he wasn't real. Almost managed it. Like, I know he isn't, sort of, but he seemed so real. But he's just another weird puppet down here, right? But he said somethin' that I don't think a fake would say in a million years."

"Or, at the very least, in seven calamities worth of summers."

Atraxae howled at that, and Urianger gave her that small slight smile of his.

"Ah, but I distract thee; pray continue."

She may have been the biggest screw up in multiple realities, but the Scions were always there to steer her true. She was grateful for that, she thought to herself, as she got her thoughts back on track.

"He said I'd've made a great Azem."

Urianger rubbed his chin.

"Which is bullshite, as you know. But... but man, that means he had to be real. We both know Innit-Squelch sure don't share that opinion. But it makes me wonder. Why'd he say that? Is there an Azem around here somewhere? I know they used to get on."

"Worried at the prospect of meeting another whomst thou knew well?"

"No. Scared about... about finally meeting them. And if they feel just as real as Hythlodaeus, well. I guess I'm scared at finally learning about the person who beat me to the seat."

"You never met them? Truly?" Urianger's eyebrows went up.

"Yeah, truly. I was a bit sore about the whole seat thing. I mean, I got over it, I thought it was the right thing then, though looking at how things turned out maybe I'm not so sure, but look, man. It hurt. It hurt! I wanted that seat. I wanted - swive me. I wanted to be cool and do shit, you know? And I just - I went out of my way to never talk to them, and I should've. They might've been cool. They might've helped with all this mess. Maybe - maybe we could've - iunno. Maybe at least Karasawa could've kept this whole mess from getting so out of control. He was good at - at not swivin' everything up. You know."

"...unlike Atraxae, who, in spite of her judgement of herself, hath taken upon herself the mantle of humanity, and in so doing saw fit to make upon it a distinct and noble pattern of shepherding the star by defending it, even against those whom she may have once called kin."

Atraxae looked over at Urianger, stunned.

"I know not this Hythlodaeus, and know little of the Convocation save what we have learned and what you have been able to recall to share with us, but I tell you thus; I concur with his assessment. However, absent the authority or cultural knowledge needed to convey upon you the title of Azem, if I may be so bold as to suggest a different title for thee, my friend... that of Karasawa Atraxe, the mantle you have chosen for thyself."

"...thanks, Urianger."

"Of course."

"...you know what pisses me off the most about this recreation?"

"Praythee, inform me."

"Indignant-Self couldn't even be bloody arsed to remember to put in a chupaqueso stand."

Urianger's laughter rang, light and free, through the streets of the echo of an ancient Amaurot, and the laughter of an ancient would-be Azem joined him.

~*~

🦜 Courier and Post Moogle, Discovering Mutual Passion

Quinnelle could not believe her luck.

She, the fastest courier in all of Eorzea...

Sure, she had done a few things. She had managed to speed messages back and forth for some of the most important and coolest people in the realm. She had delivered some of what she was sure would go down as some of the most important missives in history.

She had even managed, despite herself, to deliver victory for the Eorzean alliance.

Ah, that joke was never going to get old.

But she was no heroine. No, what she was... was a courier.

And this was going to be the biggest honor of her career.

"So you're saying, Mister Deputy Postmoogle sir... is that you want me... to deliver packages for you?"

"Y-yes!" the little creature said, sweatdrops flying off his head as he bounced around in the air nervously. "It- it's for the good of the realm, right?"

Quinnelle tapped a finger against her chin, looking thoughtful for a moment. "Well, I don't know... I'm only the fastest of the fast couriers in Eorzea... with one of the most complete Aetheryte maps, even to places unseen by most men... and Yashtola -says- I only have one of the most puissant abilities of anima she has EVER seen... I'm just not sure I'm post mooge material."

The Deputy Postmoogle looked shocked.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! You simply MUST help me! I don't know anyone who could possibly be more qualified!"

"Well... if you insist!" said Quinnelle, with a big salute. "In that case, deputy to the deputy postmoogle, reporting for duty!"

As the Deputy Postmoogle cheered, Quinnelle felt her heart soar. Now this is what she was born to do.

Yesterday, the realm may have breathed a sigh of relief, but tomorrow... its mail -would- be delivered.

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