1//accidental voice

[misterthou]

Can it be? Hath my time finally come? [A deep sigh and a muffled shifting of cloth against cloth] Elaine, are thou here? I finally arrived, milady. Owain is playing amongst the trees, I take it! Come out, boy, and greet thy sire! Thy training with the sword one day may come in handy, my son.

[Another sigh, even deeper than the last] My passing

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[superskilled]

I rather doubt you're dead.

[voice]

[misterthou]

W-what. What is this contraption?! Art thou a spectre?

[voice]

[superskilled]

Well, I don't think I'm dead, either!

[voice]

[misterthou]

Apologies. I had not known that I would hath ended up here.

[Voice]

[esper_flight]

[Silence, then a stunned, familiar voice.]

...Cyan!

You're not dead--or you shouldn't be, as far as I know. Where are you, in the forest?

[Cue footsteps and some rustling as she dons outdoor wear.]

[Voice]

[misterthou]

The- [The sound of someone cutting off their own sentence]

...Lady Terra. I hath thought--Kefka wilst not live to see another day! I hath found myself near a lake, 'tis quite cold for the land of the dead.

[Voice]

[esper_flight]

It's not the land of the dead. I'll explain everything as soon as I can.

If you can follow the river feeding into the lake, we might meet each other on the way. There's a town nearby and I can guide you there.

[Voice]

[misterthou]

[Silence for a few moments]If thou doth say so, my lady.

[Shifting snow and muffled footsteps] I see that river thou spoke of, I will move along it.

[voice]

[gamblinghigh]

I'm afraid you've lived to play another day.

[voice]

[misterthou]

So thou found thyself here as well, gambler. Art thou sure that Kefka's blast did not simply kill the lot of us?

[voice]

[gamblinghigh]

Quite sure. You didn't think losing my ship would do me in, did you?

[voice]

[misterthou]

Thou art quite plucky, Sir Setzer. If thine ship did crash, thou would keep going, yes.

[bigbluehat]

You may find some use in this.

[misterthou]

Thank you, sir. T'was very helpful.

[bigbluehat]

Did you have any other questions?

[misterthou]

Naye.

[Voice]

[preciousgeneral]

You aren't dead, Cyan. But it is truly wonderful to see for myself that you are fine.

[Voice]

[misterthou]

[There is a silence for many a minute before he speaks, with anger in his tone. Celes, sorry, hun.]

T-thou! Lady Terra, I can handle but thou...back to thine den, vile Imperial vixen! Thou might hath stolen Sir Locke's heart with thine womanly wiles but I remain wise, Imperial she-wolf.

[Voice]

[preciousgeneral]

[She frowns. Celes had hoped that with her actions on the Floating Continent, that everyone was convinced that she was no longer on the Empire's side. But then, considering the weirdness of this place, it isn't impossible for Cyan to be from an earlier time where he did distrust her.]

If I could return you home, I would. But we are no longer in our world, there is no way home that we have found and Kefka is here.

I'm not asking you to like me, but we can't be working against each other. That will only ensure Kefka is able to harm more people here. Do you truly want that?

[Voice]

[misterthou]

[Cyan actually did see her strike Kefka but he has a strong distrust of the Empire. He won't attack her but wary? Yes, he is.]

Keep thine sword in it's hilt unless Kefka is about. Thou hath proved he is thine enemy but that doth little. It cannot erase thine deeds at Maranda. I will not strike at thou but if I see thou even an inch out of line, I will make sure thou wilst not again.

Kefka's evil deeds will be punished; but I will not trust thou an inch. Sir Locke's heart thou might hath stolen but mine is still working.