THE POST-GAME "EVERYBODY GETS TO VISIT EVERYBODY ELSE" MEME

[devoutish]

Good news! The mysteries of the town have all been uncovered and solved, and characters have found a way to harness the power that brought them here in order to return home. Even better, they've gained total control over its workings, allowing them to visit other worlds on a temporary or permanent basis. Want to go home with your new friends? Want to live on your own world but take free vacations to visit them whenever you want? It's all doable!

Leave a comment briefly describing your character's world/home for other people to comment to. Thread out a visit, create shenanigans, do whatever you want GO CRAZY

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[powersouls]

[Tifa hasn't really gotten used to this whole world-hopping thing, and she hasn't gotten a chance to visit Royce yet. She just got caught up in the whole end of the world thing and then rebuilding the city and... Well, Gaia was a mess for a while. Someone tells Tifa that Royce is on his way, and she finds a sitting area to wait in, looking a little out of her element and just slightly overwhelmed by... all of it.

She looks mostly the same, although her hair is cut shorter and there's a pink ribbon tied to her arm. The biggest difference, really, is that she looks healthier. It's a wonder what good sleep and eating regularly can do for your overall appearance. When Royce finally arrives, she's on her feet in an instant, face lighting up. And if Royce didn't expect her to immediately cross the room and throw her arms around him, he doesn't know her at all.]

Royce!

[bywolves]

[ Poor Tifa - it's been a long time since they've been in Norfinbury, so it takes a bit for Royce to remember she's a hugger. She comes right up to him and drags him into a hug, and the people in the room all gasp. They're expecting some sort of bloody retribution, but Royce sort of just stiffens up, and snaps out a quick command in elvish to the tall, stoic guards already making their way over to yank Tifa off him.

There's a pause, and then Royce rests a hand on her arm. A beat, and then, soft, with a smile he hides: ] Hello, Tifa.

[ He missed her! Not that he'll say. ]

[powersouls]

[Ah, whoops. Tifa pulls back, shoots a sheepish look at the guards who are backing off, and then turns her attention back to Royce with a not-at-all-concealed grin.]

I missed you so much. Do you have guards now?

[bywolves]

[ He looks vaguely exasperated. ] Yes. I don't need them, but they refuse to let me go anywhere on my own.

A lot has happened. For both of us, I assume. [ He waves the guards off, who move catlike back to the door. The rest of the room's inhabitants go back to what they were doing, and Royce beckons, leading Tifa to the balcony. There's some measure of privacy here, at least. ]

[powersouls]

[Tifa follows, a little smile still on her lips. It might be permanent for as long as she's visiting, honestly.]

I can imagine. Tell me.

[bywolves]

[ He gives her the rundown - skims past the more painful parts, the parts he doesn't like to remember, but she gets to hear all about Novron, how Novron was an elf, how the Patriarch - Mawyndulë - was an elf, and all the events leading up to the final battle. ]

Hadrian was called to fight as Gaunt's champion. [ Royce says, as the tale winds down. ] And he would've won, but he wasn't declared champion by the actual Heir of Novron, so he couldn't kill Mawyndulë's champion - the final blow bounced off of the champion's chest, protected by the ritual in place. I tried to kill Mawyndulë before the champion could kill Hadrian, but I couldn't hurt him, and Mawyndulë tried to set me on fire. But he couldn't.

[ He pushes his hair back out of his face. Dryly: ] You'll never believe who the Heir actually was.

[powersouls]

Oh!

[Wow. That's... Tifa just sort of blinks at him for a second. Sorry, Royce.]

Is that why you have the bodyguards?

[And then, because she has to tease him at least a little, she smiles again, eyebrows going up.]

Is it illegal to touch royalty? Is that why everyone was so horrified when I hugged you?

[bywolves]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

Yes, that's why I have the bodyguards. Elves. [ Huff. ] And no, it isn't illegal. You've met me, Tifa. They were concerned I'd respond... poorly to touch, I assume.

[powersouls]

[Tifa laughs softly, reaching out to squeeze his arm.]

I know, I'm just teasing you. So what are you doing now?

[bywolves]

[ He wrinkles his nose at her, but it's playful. It's easy to remember how to act with her. ]

Being king of the elves. [ He says that so dryly. ] Not all it's cracked up to be. And I assume you're doing fine for yourself, considering how you look.

[powersouls]

There was some bad, but a lot of good, too.

[But she's more stuck on the elf thing.]

So... Has that been okay? That everyone knows?

[bywolves]

Not as if I have much choice, now. [ Sniff. ] Modina has done enough to ensure mir have better lives. I've not heard anybody make any remarks to me about it, but I'd assume they're afraid to.

[ Insult the king, get stabbed by terrifying elf guards. ]

I'M DOING IT

[powersouls]

Well, that's good, isn't it? What about Hadrian and Gwen? Are they here?

SCREAMS

[bywolves]

[ A beat. Royce looks away. ]

Hadrian is here. He'll be at the guild hall, across from this building.

[powersouls]

[Oh. Well that was a... telling reaction.]

Okay.

[She says it carefully, as though she's afraid saying anything else will sound pushy. And then, a little quieter as she bumps her shoulder into his:]

I'm glad you're doing so well, Royce.

[bywolves]

[ He glances back at her. She didn't ask, and he's surprised. ]

Mm. [ A beat. ] As well as is possible. [ He pushes his hair back out of his face, glancing back down into the courtyard. ] Have you seen anybody else from Norfinbury?

[powersouls]

No, not yet. You're the first. Have you?

[bywolves]

Mm, Solomons was here, a month ago. [ Royce offers her a little smile. ] He has a wife and daughter, now. Renee. Anna.

[powersouls]

[That gets Tifa's face to light up again.]

Oh! Did you meet them? What are they like?

[bywolves]

I met his daughter. [ Royce regards Tifa with a solemn look. ] She was just as much of a menace as Solomons is.

[powersouls]

[She laughs, obviously delighted.]

"Menace" is a strong word, don't you think?

[bywolves]

Absolutely not. [ MENACE IS THE RIGHT WORD. Royce looks like he's hiding amusement, though. ] Neither of them could be worse than my own, though.

[powersouls]

[Oh, Royce. You did it now.]

Your own? Royce.

[Which basically translates to "tell her everything immediately".]

[bywolves]

[ And now a little tiny smile. ]

My own. Mercy. Short for Mercedes.

[powersouls]

How old is she? What's she like?