[@Amaterasu]

As for settings/plot I'm open to ideas. That said, if it's a FFXIV-setting plot, I can either do pre-death Emet-Selch, any timeline including Allagan if you'd like, or post-death with some soul shenanigans to revive him. 

I can find vaguely "realistic" ways to put him in a crossover/different setting as well. If it's a setting I'm familiar with, I'm happy to come up with some sort of a plot, but if I'm not familiar you'll probably have to do a lot more hand-holding.

This is a starter I came up with to make my friend choke, so it's useable. Basically he didn't die, for some strange reason, instead returning whole to the lifestream. Could make it a plot-device of some sort, or some larger overarching plot. I kinda pulled it out of my ass so I didn't completely think the whole thing through. xD

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It was a strange feeling, flowing through the aether. However, it wasn't something wholly unfamiliar to him, but he did not expect to be conscious through it this time around. So many shattered souls twisted and churned around him, but he knew that he was still whole. Somehow. The final blow from the Warrior of Light should have been enough to fully shatter his existence, yet he was still there. 

The question now was how would he get out. Normally, he had a large store of aether, but the fight had taken the last of his strength. It would regenerate, for sure, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to wait flux for as long as that might take. Time ran [i]differently[/i] inside of the lifestream, and it would feel like an eternity, even if only five minutes passed on the Source.

Still, he had no choice, and he would have to [i]wait[/i]...

Locating his body was a simple task. Thankfully, his grandson had made an abundance of clones. Why? That part he still hadn't figured out, but it was useful nonetheless. Bleary-eyed, he pushed open the glass hatch, and lifted his naked form from the container. "Hnn... did she [i]really[/i] have to hit me that hard? I was fairly certain I was dead. For good, this time." Throwing out his arms, he exclaimed, "Things never are that easy, are they..." 

Feet dripping wet with artificial amniotic fluid, he snapped his fingers, instantly drying and robing himself with his choice attire. It was so [i]nice[/i]of his grandson to do this for him, all of these [i]bodies[/i]. He almost forgave him for shooting him. Almost. 

Newly clothed, a smirk played across his lips, as he thought to himself, [i]I'm sure she'd be surprised to see me. After what she did to me... oh, but would she be overjoyed, or perhaps would she try to kill me again? I wonder... but perhaps that is what's so exciting...[/i]
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