Around noon on the 8th, a Moogle with an electric blue pom can be encountered fluttering at high speed around the Curti Center. If she sees you and recognizes you as a Hero of Light - or anyone friendly looking, honestly - she'll fly up to you, wringing her paws.
"Please, come help, kupo! It's Terra, kupo, he's - something's wrong with him, and he won't listen to me, kupoooo!" She realizes she's shouting and quiets down. "I'm really scared, kupo..."
Terra's little apartment at first seems to be empty, sword in its sheath hung by the door and everything lived-in but not particularly messy. Mogila, however, flies straight into the bedroom, whence comes a Mooglish scream.
Terra's not on the bed, or even in the chair; he's wedged into a corner with his face buried in his knees. This is somewhat impeded by the fact that Mogila is patting him over frantically, looking for injuries perhaps. The perceptive may notice that while Terra's greatsword was hung up, there's a shorter blade resting on the bedside table.
"I'm fine, Mogila. Go away." He does not sound fine, at all.
Curti Center [cw: suicidal ideation/thoughts/possible attempt]
"Please, come help, kupo! It's Terra, kupo, he's - something's wrong with him, and he won't listen to me, kupoooo!" She realizes she's shouting and quiets down. "I'm really scared, kupo..."
Terra's little apartment at first seems to be empty, sword in its sheath hung by the door and everything lived-in but not particularly messy. Mogila, however, flies straight into the bedroom, whence comes a Mooglish scream.
Terra's not on the bed, or even in the chair; he's wedged into a corner with his face buried in his knees. This is somewhat impeded by the fact that Mogila is patting him over frantically, looking for injuries perhaps. The perceptive may notice that while Terra's greatsword was hung up, there's a shorter blade resting on the bedside table.
"I'm fine, Mogila. Go away." He does not sound fine, at all.