On Coil. Spoilers for Turn 5.

[duskwight]

Well, that could have been more pleasant than it was.

I mean- I was expecting trouble. Of course I was expecting trouble. When do I not find trouble? I find more trouble just trying to get from one place to another these days than half of Vylbrand could find at a bachelor party in Aleport. Trouble isn't a problem.

That? Was a little more than just 'trouble'. You could fit all Gridania into that one hand of his. I have a pretty strict policy about picking fights with anything moon-sized, but it seems it's a little late for that now. Even if he's not moving a whole lot, I don't much like knowing Bahamut's decided to stick around for this long. And I don't much like his big mean dragon buddies. They're not very thoughtful. I'm glad I can heal.

[Fidget. She had something else to complain about, but seems to have decided against it.]

...Of course I'm going back, once I've had time to recover. I said that I'd do it, didn't I? So it's going to get done.

Oh! But people always say that you have to say something nice for every bad thing, right? So- I really liked the jumping! That was fun! It'd have been really nice if the Garleans had chosen that technology to borrow, rather than what they did take, right? The world needs more magic jumping machines. An awful lot more.

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[abyssalcelebrant]

[If Hydaelyn's still with you, adventurer, she'll probably send you a nice, clear warning about now. Perhaps it's the "hear, feel, think" rubbish. Perhaps she's just going to tell you to run. But Braids? You're not in a very good spot... Better have cleric stance up!]

The crystal bearer roams still unchecked. Tell me, Hydaelyn, what when your champion uncovers the truth? Should despair bear upon her and end her irksome meddling swiftly, or shall what is to come with the serpent's reassembly bring about the utter ruin of your vaunted shield?

[The thought of that is hilarious. So Lahabrea materializes, with a cruel laugh. Tendrils of darkness cling to him, and he looks to the one which bested him so utterly to force his grip from that one so useful in the Praetorium.]

To see the ancient defense mechanism of Dalamud reduced to mere plaything...
The slumbering emperors of ancient allag must turn in their graves.
Tell me, warrior of light, where should you go from here?

[duskwight]

[ She gets her warning, but sadly pays as much attention to it as she does to anything else. Which is to say, not very much at all.

...from the fact that Lahabrea is still very much around to being referred to as 'warrior of light', even mockingly, there is absolutely nothing about this development that she is okay with. But she's not too alarmed to be glib, even as she draws Thyrus from her back to put the crook between her and the ascian. ]

-Down, obviously.

[ It's where the moon is - and isn't that a funny thing to think about? It's where Bahamut is. It's where any answers she's likely to get about the calamity and the warriors Bahamut went and burned clean out of everyone's heads are. And she's a duskwight, down is the only direction they ever go in anyway.

But all of that is unimportant, because she needs to deal with this now threat. And she does so in the most powerful, devastating way she can think of- ]

Please go away. You're not welcome here, there's much more of folk like me here than there are of you.

[ -asking nicely. ]

[abyssalcelebrant]

[Down. At that, as well as being asked to leave, the Ascian's laugh is unpredicted; sudden, and so loud. There's nothing nice about it at all. Just like there's nothing nice about him at all.]

... Ahahaha!!
"More of us than there are of you." the addled champion utters, as if she is truly unaware.

[Yep, that's a good, long laugh. Of course, at his enemy's expense.]

You forge your way down and down and down, past myriad terrors from times past the Allag had cast aloft to the sky to banish, in the search of something. These eyes will not be fooled; you seek answers. You shall not find what you seek, there are no answers! Instead, more questions will arise, more burden shall be added to your shoulders and you shall crumble and perish underneath it all. I could not think of aught I could do to ensure such crushing destruction to you.

[And yes, he's going there. Not nice, remember?]

The piteous "watchman" which so failed to evoke your false god's inconsiderable power will fail in his task yet again. For even this afterimages' task shall be doomed as result of mortal presence within the binding coil!

...You who are doomed to suffer, to wilt and to die, I shall impart a pearl of wisdom from the Paragons unto you, to utterly complete your ruin. Know you the source of the aetheric corruption bleeding unto your land without cease? Your bumbling kind call the phenomena "crystallization" and name points of total corruption "talons" as if the manifestation bears any resemblance to any part of the crude life forms of your world. Bahamut was the beginning. The true Calamity is nigh ready!

[lustrate]

Dragons always come attached to terrible news, it seems.

[ there was Aiatar and Svara, and now Twintania and her whelps. Many whelps, handle it! ]

But on the bright side, she's no where near the size of Bahamut! The small things, hm?