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Voice; un: commander

[chronosynthesis]

Hello Tighnari. Would you care to grab some lunch? I remember you had further questions about Sylvari you wanted to ask and I have a free moment.

[sighnari]

Sounds perfect, do you have a place in mind? If not, I'm rather partial to this location.

[He sends through the location of one of the few cafes in Karteria where only two items on the menu jiggle.]

-> action

[chronosynthesis]

No, your recommendation sounds excellent. [He's never been there but he's sure it's fine.] I can meet you in an hour.

[And since there's little he needs to do to prepare, he'll probably arrive early and look at the menu while he waits.]

→ Action cw: plant person self-harm.

[sighnari]

[When Tighnari arrives, he sees Syrlya already seated at one of the outside tables and jogs the last few steps, unwilling to let him wait more than necessary.

Since Syrlya last saw Tighnari, his corruption has grown significantly. All of Tighnari's skin now has a green tint and almost matches the dark green of his hair where it receives the most sun on his cheeks and shoulders. While in Karteria, he opts for loose clothing, but as little of it as he can get away with, wearing a singlet and shorts. The exception are his boots, which he has yet to find a way to balance with his natural soul, simply removing them whenever he gets the chance. From his skin are blossoms and sprouts of a number of different varieties, orchids and poppies that he grew himself, but others show signs of disturbance where they connect with his skin, these are plants he's grafted on. Marigolds and lavender, basil and rosemary.

As Tighnari smiles at Syrlya, a new poppy bud bursts open amongst his hair, drooping its petals over his eye. He picks it, absently, and unhooks his knife from his belt. In a flash, he stabs it into his own skin, and tucks the stem of the poppy into the cut.]

I'll put it in water when I get back to camp, [he explains.] They seem to respond to my emotions more than anything else, but I have to keep picking them or they become overripe and no good for collecting sap.

[Totally normal and fine behaviour.]

text, un: traveler, post event!

[startraveler]

Tighnari, how are you doing?

[sighnari]

[A pang of guilt hits Tighnari as the message comes through. He hasn't been back to Karteria in... days now. A week maybe? Instead camping out next to the farm, using that as an excuse to avoid the city, all the augmented who came back all the more corrupted. At least it's easy to avoid spilling the whole truth over text.]

Quite well. The farm has kept me busy. And yourself?

[startraveler]

[He stares at the message as if it was a hidden code waiting to be deciphered. He knows it must have been difficult for Tighnari. He's seen the others, talked to them.]

Are you sure? Can I see you?

[He's not even answering the question.]

[sighnari]

[Tighnari pauses, considering how to respond.] Of course. But I'll need to put you to work, there's a lot to be done. Come by the farm any time.


[He can't even bring himself to lie properly.]

un: xiao

[jadewingedspear]

[ voice; ]

Tell me more about Terra souls. I appear to have one.

voice; un: foxfire

[sighnari]

[Tighnari flinches. Given the timing, he has some idea what prompted the identification.]

They vary greatly. Do you have any further details to share? As well as having a Terra soul myself, I am a botanist, so can help on two fronts.

[jadewingedspear]

We've spoken, although they seem more withdrawn than people tell me I am.

[ Which is impressive, honestly. ]

Afterwards, I have noticed leaves growing in my hair. Ginkgo leaves, so it is possibly a tree.

[ It reminded him of the Guili Plains, honestly. ]

What exactly am I to expect from this soul and the effects?

[sighnari]

That's been my experience, too. I think Terra souls are less active than other types, generally speaking. [Which makes sense, a fern would have a hell of a time chasing down a dog.] If you'd like to try and communicate with yours, I'd recommend attempting to do so in sunshine with bare feet on soil. Sending roots down can also help.

The shifted forms of Terra type Augmented can be unsettling to others, [understatement,] but they seem very durable and able to adapt to even significant damage. [He hesitates, but what happened is obvious enough on seeing his new limb, formed of twisted vines rather than bone and flesh.] I can regrow my arm if it's severed, even in my unshifted form — my shifted form doesn't have arms as such.

The abilities we gain can vary greatly, as I mentioned. I have the ability to relieve pain and put others to sleep, but other Terra Augmented have strong poisons.

If your soul is related to a Ginkgo, you might discover yourself able to create poisons as well, or possibly an affinity for healing. Ginkgo have been used for both. But they can be exceptionally long-lived trees, so I would expect a Gingko soul to be even quieter than those of shorter lived flora, you may need to have patience when it comes to communication.

text; un: rosulas

[rosulas]

Tighnari? It's Navia. I understand you have a Terra soul, correct? It seems like I've come to find myself with one as well. Do you mind if I pick your brain for information?

[sighnari]

[All these people, finding out what kind of souls they have so early... He hopes Navia isn't another who discovered this in that Patho-Gen facility.]

Of course! What would you like to know?

[rosulas]

[ Thankfully, she's not. it's been discovered on her own, through a little bit of trial and error and a little bit of stress that was brought on because everyone had disappeared. It's been a rough first month. ]

Well, I can tell you right now that I'm growing roses. I found the first few in my hair. Do Terra souls generally stick to one plant, or would they be an amalgam of plants?

Forgive me, science isn't really my strong suit, so I apologize if I ask a question you may find dumb.

[sworndevotion]

[For the holiday, Dedue drops off a container of cookies he baked of varying sorts: gingerbread, peppermint chocolate chip, and sugar cookies.]

Dear Tighnari,

You are a cherished friend to me. I appreciate that you always look out for me. I hope you enjoy the cookies and stay warm this holiday.

With love,
Dedue Molinaro



P.S. There are no drugs in the cookies.

[sighnari]

[As Tighnari nibbles one of the cookies, he shakes his head at the message, even as a smile tugs at his lips. He is fairly certain the only one who would supply Dedue with drugs is him.]

holiday gift!

[rosulas]

[a small, wrapped package is left neat Tighnari's residence with a note attached. Inside are macarons, along with a small bag of rose hips. The note reads:]

Tighnari!

I'm not sure if the macarons are to your liking, but I know you'll love the rose hips. They actually come from my roses! Who would have thought, right?I'm not sure what use they'd be good for other than tea, but I know you're the right person to find a good use for them.

Have a wonderful holiday! -Navia

[sighnari]

[Tighnari fights down a smile at her enthusiastic message, and takes a moment to appraise the contents of her present. The macarons aren't particularly to his taste, but he appreciates the care she must have taken to make them with the limitations on food supply in Karteria. But she's right that the rosehips are what captures his enthusiasm in turn. He whips out his Syntrofos and sends her a message in return.]

Thank you for your kind present. I can think of a number of excellent uses for your rosehips, and will demonstrate them when I make my next visit to within the barrier. Are you still living at the Valentia?

[This might be the first time in a long while that he hasn't dreaded stepping foot inside the city.]

[rosulas]

I'm not! I've found a small apartment in the city proper - in Gloria, close to the waterfront. It's nothing spectacular, but you're more than welcome to come over! Were we in Poisson, I'd give you the Spina welcome!

It's also nice and warm in my apartment, too. My roses haven't been liking the cold as of late.

voice; un: 1000

[gekijou]

Hey... Yuki here. When you're around, uh... How are you... eating right now? I had a little incident and I can't really eat anymore. The dark is getting to me.

voice, un: foxfire

[sighnari]

Where are you? [Yeah, he's not messing around with "what kind of incident" and "photo-synthesis" explanations when he can haul tail off to see for himself what happened.]

[gekijou]

I'm at home, waiting for Momo to get back. I'm fine, so don't worry. I just look different.

ding dong delivery!

[trounce]

✉ SENDING OUR THANKS AND WELL WISHES FOR THE NEW YEAR
► inside the red envelope rests an assortment of pristine seashells, sand dollars, and sea glass; also accompanied by other odd little curiosities—which are mostly old coins and strange mechanical parts. ► a second package also includes a subtle poppy pin and hand-felted poppy brooch for any days a certain researcher's own buds or blooms are 'recovering' from their tireless work in keeping much of karteria well-fed.
	TIGHNARI, NEUVILLETTE AND I ARE RECOVERING IN OUR OWN WAYS. HOWEVER, THE KINDNESS AND CARE YOU’VE SHOWN US BOTH HAVE SINCERELY HELPED MORE THAN I CAN PROPERLY SAY. MAY THIS LANTERN RITE BRING YOU THE SAME STEADINESS YOU OFFERED US, EVEN IF IT'S SPENT IN KARTERIA.

[sighnari]

[The collection of odd items brings a smile to Tighnari's face, and he passes on a bundle of fresh winter vegetables in return — cabbages, beetroot and pumpkin.

Attached is a recipe for a hearty winter stew and a note reminding them to take care in the new year.]