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Good day, fellow Etrayans.

Concerning Antigone's warning regarding our real names, it occurs to me that we would benefit from collaborating on this front.

To that end, I wish to open discussion.

For those who have chosen a name, please respond with what you have selected, that we may know what to call you.

For those who have not, you may use this posting to discuss your ideas or invite suggestions from others.

As for myself, I shall be using "Lucien", the name of a character from a novel in my world.

Mission Names
Dion → Lucien
Antigone → Shadow
Dwayne → Harry M'Egg
Jayce → Prometheus
Sunday → Dominicus
Prompto → Vesper
Odin → Joss
Mayuko → Murasaki
Vax → Kalas
Clive → Crandall
Percival (Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III) → Scanlan (Keylethus Pikegratia Taryon d’Shorthalt-Grogson, Heir to the Shattered Glory)
Samil → Whiskey
Noctgar → Navyth
Accelerator → Isuka
S.Rogers → Ruirthech
Nico → Slash Brightburn
Jason → Edmond
R.B. → Harker
Lady Vex'ahlia de Rolo → Velora
SquirrelPower → Sally Awesomelegs
Shinra → Evan
Emet-Selch → Eubulus
Vincent Valentine → Garm
Sciel → Céline
Vivi →
Gustave → Jean-Napoleon
Maelle → Esmé
Scott → James Bond / 007
Sleeper → Stevens
Joshua → Praeclarus
Zagreus → Dionysus
Gladio → Heliodorus
Apollo → Artemis
Dylan Brock → Reed Richards

Note: This list will remain available until the date of our deployment. At such time, it will be omitted as a precaution.

[ ooc: Free-for-all on responding to one another, of course. ]

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[ Walks are a good option for just that, in Dion's view. ]

'Tis a plan then.

I can meet you outside the building.

[ Neither of them needs the stairs, after all. ]

I'll see you there.

[ Vax gets dressed and opens the door to his balcony. Before he jumps, though, he looks up to see if Dion has already left his apartment or if he's on the way down. ]

[ Dion had the benefit of being dressed already, if only because he hasn't learned to lounge. To that end, he's already landed safely on the street, back straight as he waits there watching something across the way. ]

[ Perhaps Dion could benefit from some more lounge wear, while Vax's apartment could benefit from more.. anything. Why would he want to stay in his apartment anyway when he's got a friend to meet?

A hop over the railing and a flash of gold light has his wings spread quickly so he can drift to the ground with only a few light beats of his wings to announce his arrival. ]

Spot something?

[ Vax noticed Dion's attention was elsewhere as he was on the way down. ]

[ Dion turns when he notices Vax's descent, raising a hand in anticipation of greeting him, but the question comes first. He spares a moment to glance out into the night, then back toward Vax, and shrugs. ]

Merely making up constellations.

[ Nothing of great import, simply passing the time. He points out over the line formed by nearby trees, where stars glimmer in the dark. ]

Those four, for instance. A cat.

[ Said with false authority, like he knows what he's talking about. He manages it, but only just. ]

[ Vax takes a step closer, dropping his wings in favor of his cape as he joins Dion to follow the line from his finger to the spot in the distance. He squints for a few seconds. ]

Oh yeah, clearly. A cat.

[ Nope, he doesn't see it. ]

[ He exhales an amused breath. ]

A jest. I was looking at the stars, though.

[ All this time later, they still remain foreign to him. Chances are it will remain that way. ]

[ Oh, thank the gods. Vax really wasn't sure how he was supposed to get a cat out of four points.

Dion gets a little smirk and then a light punch in the shoulder for his joke. ]

Very funny.

[ His eyes turn to the stars to have another look. ]

Are there constellations for the eikons in your world?

[ It seems as though there would be given how important they are. ]

Oh, yes. For gods as well, though one nation or another may contend they are different.

[ For why would they agree on the stars when they couldn't agree on territory and resources. ]

For my country, however, there is the goddess Greagor.

[ Though the aggressive and at times bloody spread of the Greagorian faith is something with which Dion cannot agree, he believes in the goddess at least. ]

[ After delivering that gentle punch, Vax chuckles softly and places his hand on Dion's back to usher him into walking with him. He knows how engrossed his friend can become when he has the chance to talk about something he, no doubt, learned from a great many books. ]

Does Greagor have a domain like the gods from my world?

[ Dion did go to monasterial school as a boy, after all. His nation being a theocracy, it's no surprise at all he'd have things to say about Greagor.

It also might not be a surprise that he needed that reminder to actually get to the walking part of the proceedings, but he follows along readily enough. ]

I would say they are not so defined as that, and Greagorian belief in the goddess is...singular. [ Oppressively so. ] But it is said she was a great warrior in her time, and reined in unruly dragons by her own strength.

[ Which, of course, is very impressive so far as he's concerned. Dragon goddess. ]

Oh, I see. Easier to remember, at least.

[ Instead of the huge collection from Vax's world. Add Betrayer gods on top of the Prime deities an it's quite a list. ]

So she walked the earth at one time?

Yes, according to scripture. This may sound odd, but it does feel correct to me.

[ It may be because he's Bahamut, though he can't know with certainty. Something about it rings as true, which isn't the case for everything. ]

Other nations have their deities, such as the Founder for Rosaria. Joshua or Clive would be better-equipped to speak of him... But that too seems right— there being other gods. Why wish such loneliness upon Greagor, besides?

It's not odd at all. The Matron of Ravens was once human. Or that's how the story goes.

[ As they walk, Vax looks at the city street. It always feels so empty to him. Such a big world for such a small selection of people. All these buildings are sitting empty. It's a bit spooky. And a bit sad.

But Vax isn't lonely when he's with Dion. ]

I suppose even gods might take comfort in not being the only one. Especially when they have eternity.

I should think so.

[ Dion recalls what a difference it had made to him as a child, meeting someone like him. Not being the only one, in so many ways. He also remembers how crushing it was to lose that. In nigh twenty years, that sense of loss had remained.

How much worse would it be for a god, who has forever? ]

It could be terribly dull, watching us all squabble amongst ourselves, and no one to speak with about it.

[ Etraya is more developed than it was before, but illumination comes and goes as they walk. So Dion conjures a sphere of light, which rises and takes a position ahead of them, drifting along to brighten their path. ]

[ Vax watches as that light appears and illuminates the street for them. ]

I wonder if gossip among gods is even worse than it is in a royal court. Or perhaps we're too small and unimportant to gossip about at all.

[ He smiles over at Dion, giving him a gentle nudge with his arm. ]

Well, maybe they'd chat about royalty. People in positions big enough to change the flow of history.

[ He smiles faintly at the nudge. Being Bahamut may warrant a goddess' opinions, when he was purportedly her divine servant, but royalty does tend to have a greater impact on their world. ]

The Emperor is meant to be the voice of the goddess' will, so the only surprise to me would be if she hadn't any opinions.

[ Meant to be, for Vax had seen the visage of his father. He knows Dion disagreed with the man and why, and surely no one so invested in his own ambitions of conquest and forming a dynasty could truly be enacting a benevolent god's will. ]

Perhaps they have personal favorites too. Character matters more than role, surely.

[ Had Vax himself not been chosen? ]

[ If Bahamut and therefore Dion was blessed with the power of Greagor, and Dion felt so at odds with his father, that just serves as proof the emperor was going against the will of the goddess. Instead of serving her, he was serving his own desires.

There's a little smile, since Vax gets the implied meaning behind Dion's words. ]

Unless you can have both, of course.

[ Character and role, as Dion does. ]

If I was a god in your world, I'd have a personal favorite.

[ Hopefully, Dion catches the compliment due to the warmth in Vax's voice. ]

I'm sure you—

[ Would, he means to say, but he catches the tone belatedly. Him. He means him. ]

...Turning into a dragon isn't a demerit?

[ It's a light jest, finding himself uncertain how to field that compliment once he recognizes it, flattering as it is. He may have been beloved a distance by his people, but it's another matter entirely to hear such a thought from someone who's seen more of him as a person than prince or war hero.

Vax knows things about him that others do not, some of which are far from flattering... And as he'd said, he does value his opinion.

The warmth he feels in his face tells him where he lands on that remark, but it's dark. He'll live. Probably. ]

Not if you're a good dragon.

[ Vax can make an exception for that. He's not really in the habit of holding people on a pedestal he doesn't know. Kings and nobles and war heroes are not always who they're painted to be. The opinion Vax has of Dion exists because he knows who Dion is.

At least Dion did understand the compliment, and as it so happens, even half-elves see really well in the dark. ]

[ Dion can tell that Vax noticed. There's nothing for it, he supposes. He always has been too expressive for his own good. ]

Someone has told me that I am one, as I recall.

[ He hasn't so soon forgotten that. ]

[ Vax likes that Dion is expressive. After spending years under the cold gaze of his father, he much prefers it when one's feelings aren't a mystery. ]

Did they? Must be true, then.

[ Dion is indeed, a good dragon. One that would get chin scritches if they weren't busy walking at night. ]

[ Dion knows a cold paternal gaze all too well. He even recalls being under it while actively being told he needed better control over his emotions. The trouble was that, try as he might, he never did quite manage.

It's too much a part of him, he supposes. ]

Either that, or the individual in question is terribly biased. Who is to say?

[ Said lightly, because they both know who he means. ]

[ Could that person have been biased? ]

Hell if I know.

[ He responds with a little smile, then blinks when his eyes catch sight of something on a nearby rooftop. ]

That's new.

[ Things in this city change pretty often. New places are dropped into the city overnight. There's a sound behind, like someone shaking out a thick blanket as Vax's wings spread behind him. ]

Come on.

[ With a leap and beat of his wings, the half-elf takes to the air and heads for the rooftop. He's certain Dion can manage the leap to follow, of course. Once on the roof, they can explore the hanging gardens that were recently added to the area. ]

[ Dion peers up toward whatever had caught Vax's eye. He would agree, it does appear to be new. No matter how much he might roam this place, there's hardly a sense of predictability about it. Out of nowhere, something can appear that had never been there previous.

He first jumps to the nearest rooftop, then the next one over to join Vax there. While he could fly himself, jumping seems simplest, and he lands as lightly as he always does. ]

...Quite a large addition.

[ For a rooftop, that is. Dion had not seen the like before. ]

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