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I so desperately wanted to cosplay this in game for Halloween, but the clock ran out. Dryden and Millerna are my forever favorites. I don't care what the canon is, these guys are besties, super spies and lovers forever! It doesn't hurt that I snagged myself an IRL Dryden. [see below]

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He's a smooth operator. A smooooothh operaaatorr. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRNcPbCJNJ8

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"So..."

"Yeah..."

"Aether cannons?"

"At least two."

"And we're insulating with wood?"

"Indeed."

"'Raha, is this going to work?"

"If the Crystal Exarch and the Warrior of Darkness...Light? What exactly are you going by these days?"

"Hmm...I think I'm going by 'Chief of Staff.'"

G'raha chuckles and nudges Pryne with his shoulder, eliciting a slight smile.

"Alright then. If it's us, it will work. It has to."

Electricity hums in the heavy air.

"'Raha? I'm really glad you're here."

"...and I am glad to be here. I was too long in coming."

"It's ok." Pryne pinches her cheeks and reaches for a pencil. "Let's get to schematics. Do you have an idea of the weight for the aether crystal mounts?"

"Of course."

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~*giRl's nIgHt!*~

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Ugh...my JPGS are too big. Well, here are some (relatively) spoiler free pictures from this year's All Saints' Wake. ...and here's Thom's run of the event!

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Normal day at the Halloween Factory.

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The Crystal Exarch was sure he had it right that time. All of the markers, the aetheric energies, screamed the Warrior of Light's name in capital letters. And yet the figure that walked towards him under the blue boughs of Lakeland was one he'd never seen before. Wearing a very natty Doman suit, of all things. "Yeah, I got some limited training as a samurai in Ul'dah when I was a kid. I took to the fashion more than the fighting style. This is my jacket...but I don't understand...I was wearing my Wailers uniform when I...oh..." Thom was immediately sick. Even after 125 years of experience, it was obvious that G'raha was out of his depth. Time for reinforcements.

_____ Feo Ul clucked and sighed. "Oh, now this will never do. 'Tis but a rag!" Indeed, the uniform was so badly singed, it couldn't have been bigger than a tea towel. G'raha suddenly felt his stomach flip at the implications. There's no way that Thom actually survived the Battle of Carteneau. Is it possible that he summoned a soul from The Lifeforce itself? G'raha cleared his throat. "Feo Ul, I know pixies have skills beyond compare. Could you try..." "But of course. I like this one you've brought for me! He'll have his precious cloth. If I can't do it, I'll have Jasfort look at it." With several loops around him and a wink that Thom wasn't sure he appreciated, Feo Ul disappeared with the remnants of his uniform. ----- "So...I have to find a little Elezen girl...in a vast desert...that I don't know from Althyk's off ox." The Crystal Exarch had given him a rough description of the plight currently roiling the reflections of the star. None of it did anything to lift the fog of pain, confusion and aether-soaking that his brain had endured in the last two weeks. That's right, it's only been two weeks since Cartenau. Two weeks since he last saw Pryne alive. And now he was tasked with assembling a team of her apparent close friends, few of whom she actually knew when he saw her last.

He had seen glints of the light corruption at the top of his vision, but his eyes weren't all that reliable, despite The Exarch's generous gift of new glasses. Now, as he crested the sand embankment and tumbled towards The Derrick... A full wave of light corruption filled his vision, threatening to swallow him whole. Thom felt fear well up and overtake his muscles, which began to twitch involuntarily. Despite the frigid temperatures, he took refuge in The Derrick's overhang, as if sheltering from an unforgiving sun. It took a good three minutes for him to regulate his breathing; observing the minutiae of the well's mechanisms to center his focus, trying to pull on that "useless" samurai training. This is what The Exarch was trying to abduct his living, breathing wife to combat? How could she possibly? How could anyone? "Oh, my darling. This is so much bigger than any of us."

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The Quest for "Goo Boy." Pryne Caris, 4/6/24 (?)

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It's been a bad day. Thank goodness for My Stupid Emotional Support Video Game.

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Two soldiers; One facing the past, The other facing the future.

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More SpoilerLiteTM thoughts with Pryne Caris

"I don't trust you, but ~*gUrL's NiTE!!*~"

"YOU LEAVE THAT LITTLE BOY ALONE!"

"Yes, G'raha. You are included in ~*gUrL's NiTE!!*~"

"I HAVE NEVER FELT SO EMOTIONAL ABOUT AN ELEVATOR COMPANY." "I'd like this game a lot more if I got to enjoy the cool new areas before a fascist lays waste to them. You know, those old WWII feels? 'They bombed The Drunken Pygg? It just opened!'"

"SOMEBODY HUG THAT BABYYY!"

"Alright, lady. I'm going to run a few circles around you, jump around a bit, just some normal response tests..." *controller cord falls out and I immediately freeze in place* "Hmm, perhaps those in glass houses..."

"Erenville has been so hard done by. Like, the pure levels of pain coming from this rabbit." "Erenville and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day."

"Seriously, he's been having a panic attack slash existential crisis for AT LEAST four days in game and just grits his teeth and says 'I'm fine." A toast to The Neurodiverse King, I guess..." "I wish you would tell me now, but...please. Take care of yourself, my Brother, until we can talk again." "I will, my...my Sister. I'm sure we will have much to talk about."

"I'M NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING."

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I am taking my sweet time with the MSQ and SQ (mostly because I have to, IRL vibes are ATROCIOUS), but I think I just got to a UNIONIZATION questline where I help a WHISTLE-BLOWER! Oh I am so excited!

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Strangers in a strange land...

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Ok. So hear me out...what if Thom survives by being transported to The First? ----- "'Thoma! Please!" "Mr. Exarch! You are far too cautious. As you can see, I've made it down the rail unscathed!" The Crystal Exarch sighs and places his cooler hand against his temples. This new guest is not unwelcome, but rather challenging. "Yes, but this is our commercial district. Our citizens need to pass down those stairs and might want for the use..." He sighs deeply, yet again." ...Of a railing." "...at 6 AM? Really, 'Raha?" The Crystal Exarch starts forward to cover Thom's mouth. Thom pulls up his board against his hands. G'raha starts to flush and spit.

"Thoma, no! These people...how, how do you know? They cannot discover...!" Thom taps the rough of the board against his lips, looking innocently at the stained glass ceiling. "That's a secret of us stick holders. You know I was a Lancer, then a Dragoon for a time. I knew a little of your exploits on Sharlayan...from my wife..." G'raha starts to look pale. He looks pleadingly up at Thom to not destroy his legacy; Minfilia's legacy on The First. Not to destroy what Pryne helped him to accomplish.

Thom pats G'raha on the back and hears a disturbing rattle. His brain spins out, "Not just too stony, also much too thin...damn this guy."

Thom clears his throat. "But miqo'te to mystel," They both soften and smile. G'raha starts to melt with relief, "I'm in for whatever Pryne is in for. Your secret is always safe with me." "Except at dawn, apparently." Thom chuckles at G'raha's admonishment. "Yes, with dawn comes the truth..."

Thom spreads his arms wide around them both, soaking in the sunrise.

"Say, do you want to learn how to ride this thing, O CRYSTAL EXARCH!" He shouts to the ends of Musica Universalis, as vendors creep towards their stands in the dim light. From Philline emerges a small hoot of approval. Hanji-Fae just chuckles. "Goodness no! I couldn't..." "Come on then!" Thom grabs the leader of The Crystarium by the midsection and places his feet firmly on the board. "I know you need a better way to get around than on foot. Let's figure this out, mystel to mystel, understood?" G'raha blushes for a moment. He suddenly can see what Pryne was saying when she looked at the stars around the Crystal Tower, seaching for Thom in the unfixed aether. "Understood." ---- MEANWHILE IN EITHERYS ---- "MS. CARIS!! PLEASE DO NOT SKATE INSIDE THE BAR!" "Oh, Vendingway. You are a stuffed shirt." "MS. CARIS. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. I JUST KNOW YOU ARE SPLITTING THE FLOORBOARDS!"

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What in the "Johnny Guitar?" [Pioneer Machinist Set from Tataru]

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Maybe this is the EDU in me, but all I've wanted to do since the Elpis arc is wrap the Scions around this child and keep her safe. I am so relieved to have finally gotten the chance to work towards her healing. I'm not sure if canon supports us finding Meteion in another time, but I sure hope so.