[The call of a voice seeking help, and sharp pain soon following in his dreams. This isn’t a first for Takame, something similar happened when he first heard Hydaelyn. But that was an age ago… could she speak to him again?
Well, he didn’t find out, or assure whoever it was that he’d help. Instead he rose out of bed, nearly knocking it against his own covered knees because of how light it felt now. It induced dizziness how fast he moved. Strange... And yet stranger still was the fact that these weren’t the sheets to the Pendants’ beds. This was not his room in the Crystarium. And worse, as he looked down at the sheets in his hands, his scales were gone.
His reaction was little more than a quiet gasp that came out in a huff as he touched the sides of his face. Those scales as well, gone. And his horns… dragging his palm over decidedly Hyuran ears startled him enough for a verbal reaction.]
How in…?
[It prompted him to jump out of bed to find some explanation… “Jump” is a generous description though. Considering he is also without his tail and thus without his standard center of balance, where he would normally land steadily on his feet, he took a hard lean right and stumbled, falling unceremoniously to the ground with a loud thunk. Right in front of his “partner’s” bed.]
Hrf...!
ii. the things we do for cheese… salad?
[Having been given some time to get used to his new, uncomfortably vulnerable form, Takame thought to (or more likely, was forced or advised to) answer the call of these “new neighbors”. He certainly didn’t say no when they brought all manner of food over, whether he wanted to or not. They were quite an insistent lot, weren’t they…
It… would be most rude for him not to at least try the food, would it not? He didn’t wish to be rude… especially if it was their family member’s recipe…
And everyone else in the “family” maybe looked at him, the “Man of the House” to take the first bite of casserole anyway. Indeed, he cut a small portion for himself with a fork, put it in his mouth and--]
Mgh…?! Seven hells… [The initial reaction was very visceral, his shoulders tensed and eyes narrowed as soon as the horrid combination of flavors hit his tongue. He was no stranger to bad flavor, he’s had enough military rations, but still. Remembering that, however, he forced his composure to return. He cannot make a poor impression.]
Ah, it tastes… [“Like shite.”] ... I-I must commend their valiant effort. I am told cooking is not an easy task...
iii. always check the candy.
[Takame wasn’t one for sweets… but he wasn’t one to politely decline someone’s offer of them either. He could concede that these treats didn’t look as… unappetizing as what was brought at the start of the month. Still, he would not be partaking of them unless they insisted that he not his… “children”, have some.
That said, many of these treats are things he’d never seen before. He wondered if his dear culinarian friend would want to know, and thus curiosity for her sake prompted him to commit them to memory.
It was a candy bar he broke in half that showed him the danger, cutting the length of his finger down. It concealed a razor, his still keen eyes were able to spot. By the kami, what was wrong with these people? There are children about! The pain was negligible for him, though he did ball his hand into a fist to keep the blood from spilling anymore.
He couldn’t let this stand, anyone nearby that was just curiously sifting through their bag he will approach and put his uninjured hand on their shoulder to stop them. And for as different as he looks, he still stood over six feet.]
These treats are unsafe to eat.
iv. wildcard
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takame kesi (warrior of light OC) | final fantasy xiv
[The call of a voice seeking help, and sharp pain soon following in his dreams. This isn’t a first for Takame, something similar happened when he first heard Hydaelyn. But that was an age ago… could she speak to him again?
Well, he didn’t find out, or assure whoever it was that he’d help. Instead he rose out of bed, nearly knocking it against his own covered knees because of how light it felt now. It induced dizziness how fast he moved. Strange... And yet stranger still was the fact that these weren’t the sheets to the Pendants’ beds. This was not his room in the Crystarium. And worse, as he looked down at the sheets in his hands, his scales were gone.
His reaction was little more than a quiet gasp that came out in a huff as he touched the sides of his face. Those scales as well, gone. And his horns… dragging his palm over decidedly Hyuran ears startled him enough for a verbal reaction.]
How in…?
[It prompted him to jump out of bed to find some explanation… “Jump” is a generous description though. Considering he is also without his tail and thus without his standard center of balance, where he would normally land steadily on his feet, he took a hard lean right and stumbled, falling unceremoniously to the ground with a loud thunk. Right in front of his “partner’s” bed.]
Hrf...!
ii. the things we do for cheese… salad?
[Having been given some time to get used to his new, uncomfortably vulnerable form, Takame thought to (or more likely, was forced or advised to) answer the call of these “new neighbors”. He certainly didn’t say no when they brought all manner of food over, whether he wanted to or not. They were quite an insistent lot, weren’t they…
It… would be most rude for him not to at least try the food, would it not? He didn’t wish to be rude… especially if it was their family member’s recipe…
And everyone else in the “family” maybe looked at him, the “Man of the House” to take the first bite of casserole anyway. Indeed, he cut a small portion for himself with a fork, put it in his mouth and--]
Mgh…?! Seven hells… [The initial reaction was very visceral, his shoulders tensed and eyes narrowed as soon as the horrid combination of flavors hit his tongue. He was no stranger to bad flavor, he’s had enough military rations, but still. Remembering that, however, he forced his composure to return. He cannot make a poor impression.]
Ah, it tastes… [“Like shite.”] ... I-I must commend their valiant effort. I am told cooking is not an easy task...
iii. always check the candy.
[Takame wasn’t one for sweets… but he wasn’t one to politely decline someone’s offer of them either. He could concede that these treats didn’t look as… unappetizing as what was brought at the start of the month. Still, he would not be partaking of them unless they insisted that he not his… “children”, have some.
That said, many of these treats are things he’d never seen before. He wondered if his dear culinarian friend would want to know, and thus curiosity for her sake prompted him to commit them to memory.
It was a candy bar he broke in half that showed him the danger, cutting the length of his finger down. It concealed a razor, his still keen eyes were able to spot. By the kami, what was wrong with these people? There are children about! The pain was negligible for him, though he did ball his hand into a fist to keep the blood from spilling anymore.
He couldn’t let this stand, anyone nearby that was just curiously sifting through their bag he will approach and put his uninjured hand on their shoulder to stop them. And for as different as he looks, he still stood over six feet.]
These treats are unsafe to eat.
iv. wildcard
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