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[erythropoiesis]

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[jokey]

[Akira heard there was a new guy in town, so how better to greet him than with a basket of treats? Akira comes knocking at a respectable time of day, neither too early nor too late to be a nuisance, though one could argue he's always a nuisance.

In either case, hello, knock knock, let him innnnnn.]

[erythropoiesis]

[Oh no, a visitor and he hasn't even had the time to set up his room... Time to panic!! Except it doesn't even occur to him that his room is a haphazard mess, currently, still filled with all of the books left behind by its former resident.

When he opens the door to a hyur with messy hair, he blinks up at him with a friendly—albeit confused—smile.]

Hello...? Can I help you, good sir?

[jokey]

[...Oh my god? Cat ears? Is this man a cosplayer or is he actually, like, nya? Please forgive Akira for staring, but also, accept this basket chock full of welcome gifts. Within is a freshly baked pie, a welcome card, and a coupon for "all the coffee you can drink".]

Just swinging by to drop off a welcome basket. You're... [checks notes] ....G'raha tia, right? Meowdy, neighbor.

[erythropoiesis]

[Cat ears! They move like real ears, so maybe he's just a very advanced cosplayer...]

...Meowdy?

[He takes the basket, but. But what did you say to him????]

[jokey]

[He wants to pet them sooooo bad, but it would be rude to just, y'know, reach out and floof a guy's ears within minutes of meeting him. Maybe in a week from now? Will they be on friendly enough terms that he can pet those ears in a week from now???]

Oh. Sorry, I thought you spoke the language. Translation: greetings and salutations, new guy.

before the northie mission

[leewards]

[For once, Ithaqua has knocked on a door... but disappears immediately, leaving behind a hint of his magical signature and a small paper bag with half a dozen buns of freshly baked sourdough, each one slightly smaller than a fist, perfectly bite-sized. There's also fruit jam inside, nice and sweet, and with not a lot of that overly processed sugar Ithaqua dislikes either. How did he get it in there? Magic, of course. What flavors are there? Strawberry, blueberry, peach, lemon marmalade, and orange marmalade.

For the next tea party uwu]

[divineth]

[After hearing rumblings about the fate of Lazuli and the appearance of a new mentor, Urianger rushes over to see if it's all true. Is the new mentor truly...?

Knock, knock.]

[erythropoiesis]

[oh shit it's ya boy...]

Urianger!

[G'raha is beaming as he opens the door to his room, the Elezen instantly recognizable. It's a relief to know he's not the only one from Etheirys, here, even if it does leaving him burning with questions.]

Please, come in, get yourself settled—

[Just ignore the piles of books he hasn't finished sorting yet...]

[divineth]

[It is.]

By the Twelve, G'raha. 'Tis truly thee!

[The piles of books are completely ignored for a variety of reasons, chief among them being G'raha himself. Urianger claps his hands on the miqo'te's shoulders as if he's trying to make sure he's not just imagining things. It sure is a lot more emotion than Urianger's used to showing, but he's just that surprised by this turn of events.]

What exactly hath happened? Dost thou recall the catalyst for thine arrival?

[Also how does it feel to have this happen to you this time--no, he's not thinking that.]

[erythropoiesis]

[Listen, if Urianger did say that it's not even like G'raha could be offended because he knows he fucked that up incredibly badly... It's deserved...

But it will go unsaid, G'raha patting the Elezen's arm in surprise. He hasn't asked anyone, yet, how long they've been here, so he wonders if it's like being on the first, where years have already passed...]

I was at the Annex with Krile, going over old reports from the Students, when suddenly my vision began swimming... I recall a voice I didn't recognize, telling me "it's up to you now", and then the world went dark.

[And the next thing he new, he was in front of an imaginary Syrcus Tower with five strangers hovering around him.]

It was unlike the Calling, however. It felt more like... the torch was being passed on to me.

Before Westie mission

[dyingtohealyou]

[...Is someone tapping at his window?

...Repeatedly???????]

[erythropoiesis]

[??? He's on the fifth floor, what could possibly be at his window...

He blinks at Ahito through the glass, before lifting the window.]

Is something amiss?

[He's expecting there to be some sort of emergency, because, well...]

[dyingtohealyou]

[Waving! He's actually just... standing on his broom out here? For because??????]

Nah, I just had a few questions, if you have the time for it.

[why is he like this]

[erythropoiesis]

Well, I certainly do, but... mayhaps you would like to come inside and not just float outside of my room?

[dyingtohealyou]

I'd appreciate that, actually.

[He'll wait for G'raha to get out of the way so he can vault in with the ease of someone who has done this... SO many times before.]

after westies return

[leewards]

[Yaho--

There's an Ithaqua at G'raha's window, tapping at it to be let in. At least he's not empty handed? He has a small bag in hand.]

[erythropoiesis]

[Why does this keep happening... Like, only twice, but it's weird it's happened twice? He lives on the fifth floor?

...His room is right across from Ithaqua's?!?

He opens the window, head cocked to the side.]

May I help you?

[what's in the bag... it better not be gruesome...]

[leewards]

[When G'raha opens the window, he may just catch a whiff of freshly baked bread-- it's coming from the bag.]

Hello, dear mentor. I've a few questions for you, if you don't mind. [Then he holds the bag out for G'raha to take. If he does and deigns to open it immediately, he'll find a small loaf of brown, moist banana bread inside, already sliced for convenience.]

[erythropoiesis]

[Of course he's opening it immediately, he smells that bread.]

I don't mind at all. Ask as many questions as you like.

[Is it okay if he eats some bread now... It looks so good...]

[leewards]

I thank you for your consideration. [Ithaqua shuffles further into the room, but still sits on the window sill-- he's just inside enough that G'raha can close the window behind him and not clip anything off.]

You will have to pardon by abruptness, but with recent activity, I must cut to the chase-- I've no intentions of returning to my world and settling there once our overall mission is over. Ideally, I would like to simply go there to collect my mother, and return here, and then follow you and Urianger to your world.

Post-West mission

[troublereduction]

[ A few days after the Western wizards return, G'raha is getting a knock on his door. Look,someone besides Urianger knows how to use the door! ]

[erythropoiesis]

[?!]

Ah, Day.

[He's surprised someone's using the door, but he's happy to see Day on the other side.]

Can I help you with something?

[troublereduction]

Yeah. You got a moment to talk? I'm to here to pick your brain like I said I would.

[erythropoiesis]

I do have a moment to spare right now, yes.

[He steps back, gesturing for Day to take a seat if he wants to.]

I'm all ears, so go ahead.

[troublereduction]

[ And Day will take a seat, because he's going to be here for a while, he figures. ]

So, uh, I have an issue that ain't a problem now, but is prob'ly gonna be a problem whenever this situation gets resolved and people go back home, or wherever else. Long story short...normally most people can't remember me. Like, if I'm right in front of them and they have to acknowledge me, it's fine, but as soon as I'm out of their presence, they'll forget.

It works like that 'cause, in the simplest terms, I'm tied to a constellation, and that constellation is broken. [ Don't ask him to explain how that works. ] And where I'm from, fate is also tied to the stars. That broken constellation hides my fate from the rest of the world, which is why I can't stick in people's memories. It ain't a problem here, prob'ly 'cause the stars here are different but... I ain't sure if the same can be said when I leave.