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[ Miscarlet, for one, had been acting oddly cheerful around this Rising. (Even if there was reason to feel sorrow.) He had somebody to love, he had family, he just... things were getting better.

That is, until he felt a familiar presense, near to him and K'pandolu, as they rested together at home. The hair on the back of his neck standing up, Miscarlet let out a snarl, looking in front of them with his piercing gaze. ]

Don't you dare come here.

[ ...He's talking to something invisible. ]

[ There were many people Miscarlet needed to help handle. Recently, that weird mimic Faya had been trembling and screaming about things, and there was another rip in reality (which he thought might be able to bring his dear Vaan here but he didn't know if he should) - but he had taken a break. His eyes had returned to him - a thankful time, to be sure.

And he wished to celebrate with the lost Warrior of Light who he cared for. Even if he tried to hide how he felt deep in his heart, he gripped a small box in his arm as he went to her room in the Company. Honestly, he liked how she had one near to him - a little close to that portal to the Void, but he wasn't going to complain. After all, he'd gotten quite rare tickets - and wished to share it with her.

Was his heart truly this fragile? (His body felt so fragile today.) He knocked, gently. ]

[ One of the most awkward things about being able to hop between worlds? He'd promised Alisaie he'd stay in Eorzea more often - not just so she could keep her eyes on him, she'd said. And now he had to actually... do it.

Of course, he never showed his disdain for it. No, there were still... positives to Eorzea. Nobody judged you as much as other worlds. And he almost had people who cared for him. (Or, at least, he could believe he was cared for a little.)

It was a nice place to relax and think of schemes, ways to get free of his curse. Plus, well - the Ishgardians, though he had grown to dislike them out of principle, were still wondrous hosts. He'd begun to even see Huguette and Rose around a little more - perhaps this world was... okay. He didn't need to destroy it. He didn't even plan on it.

But there was still the matter of the Warrior of Light. He'd invited her out to talk at the Gold Saucer, a neutral ground for both of them. That, and perhaps they could talk over some form of game. (Yes, he won't reveal his condition but he'll still try and gamble.) ]

...Before the Judge Magisters had our own house, we'd rent rooms here.

It had not been long until Miscarlet heard sounds outside, both panic and questioning how to get in. Oh, and anger. But not just from his dear younger self. If he wanted, he could slaughter him right now. (But, instead, that may simply begin another timeline. No, he had his beautiful goal to attend to, the destruction of all that had been and would be.)

But there was only one he desired to see. With a click of his fingers, Miscarlet felt time slow around him. Ah, it felt so good to use his powers without a care in the worlds.

Not that he used them on everybody. Oh, he had used them on all of those of Ivalice blood. And as he let the door slide open, he made sure to give a slight grin. Letting his Ascian-esque cloak bellow backwards with the door slamming down to become a ramp up onto his ship.

"Salutations, dear Chancellor! To think death cannot stop either of us!"

His words sounded just like Ignis - well, in voice, that is. He had changed his voice, but not his mannerisms. For what is he but an actor, tired of acting? He looked to be standing so loosely, but only half-assed his acting. Really, it looked more like he was making fun of the mortals left here. Even if they couldn't see it. He's... well, that's how he acts all the time.

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