[Amid the fire and the wreckage of the burning train, there's one thought that keeps coming back to Thancred's mind, no matter how he tries to exorcise it: why is this familiar?

There's something about it — the arrival by train, the horrible sound of metal tortured by heat and force, the crackling of fire — that nags at him, that gives a terrible sense of deja vu that he can't quite place. There's something he needs to do, mayhap, or — someone he needs to find? Something. Something isn't right.

What is right, he knows, is the gunblade he finds smoldering in the ashes a little distance from the crash, and the daggers so finely-crafted and well-balanced that he thinks they must have been a gift for...someone. Someone? Who?

Well. Maybe he'll find them, if he goes looking. Better that he takes them with him, just in case.

He's visibly injured as he circles the wreckage of the train closest to where he'd found the weapons, with blood streaming from a cut across his brow and beading against a split lip; he's walking more slowly than he might otherwise hope to be, favoring one leg over the other because he's not altogether sure whether he's just bruised up or if there's something else that's wrong.

But the one thing he does know is that he's looking for survivors, driven to help in any way that he can. He might still be putting his thoughts back together at this point, but there's one thing that is crystal-clear amid the fog surrounding his mind: that if someone is in danger, he needs to be there to get them out of it.]

[In the span of time following their rather rude arrival, Thancred promptly gets to work exploring the campus like the good little nosy-ass Scion with a Ph.D. in espionage that he is. There's a lot to look at, explore, and catalogue, so feel free to spot him wandering in pretty much any location around the place, but there is definitely one in particular that he's drawn to: the Zeno Survival and Wellness Center.

Small wonder he finds himself drawn to the pool; the man can hold his breath for ten minutes, after all, and his earliest memories are still and ever of the docks of Limsa Lominsa. It's methodical and relaxing to find a suit and dive in, letting the familiar rhythm of swimming laps and diving beneath the surface clear his thoughts and bring him back to a state of relative calm.

Calm, that is, until he spots Galileo making his way into the water and goes still, treading water as unobtrusively as he can while taking in the fact that yes, that sure is a bigass water beast, all right.]

Seven hells — a kumbhira? Here?

[Little does he know he's about to make a new friend, whether he likes it or not — evidently his swimming has attracted Galileo's attention in a positive way, and they're about to become swimming buddies.]

[Strange how that deja vu just keeps on coming — but this time, when he sees the network start to fill with people playing Two Truths and a Lie, he can't help but smile a little at it, oddly nostalgic despite it all.]

un: archon

1) i've died twice and had my soul wrenched from my body once
2) my eyes have changed color since i was born
3) i've not ever played this game before

[Well...okay then! Have at!]