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driftfleet2017-09-11 09:55 pm
aetherflows) wrote in driftfleet2017-09-11 09:55 pm
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i've a feeling we're not in ul'dah anymore.
Who: Alphinaud and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Goldstone, Lyuku
When: Anytime between 9/9 and 9/16
[action; ss goldstone]
[Alphinaud is nothing if not an intrepid adventurer. Dusting the confetti from his shoulders, he immediately goes to explore the length and breadth of the ship. If it's private quarters then he won't peek inside, but everything else is fair game. He wants to really, really understand what's happened to him-- and the only way to do that is with his own eyes.
He can be found on the bridge trying to make sense of the magitek (but not touching anything just yet), nosing around the lab and poking around the cabinets, or trying to /soothe the microwave.
Of note: he is four and a half feet tall and possessing very large pointed ears, as well as a large book at his side.]
[video]
[A boy of about sixteen with a very posh accent decides to invest in finally using the communicator. The background is very colorful, to say the least; he's standing in an alley near a very noisy bazaar.]
Assuming this fabled contraption works... greetings all. My name is Alphinaud. Having been apprised of the current situation, I cannot say I enjoy it any more than one could enjoy a kidnapping, dancing and parties notwithstanding.
Something is making me very uneasy about this place and I cannot fathom the precise reason. I am not one to ignore my instincts, however. I read back and saw a mention of something coming, perhaps, though what that thing is has yet to be elaborated on.
A clearer explanation of the issue would be appreciated. No need to be concise, here; I am of a mind to take notes.
And if by chance any of you have heard tell of a realm called Eorzea, I pray you do not remain silent.
[action - lyuku]
A.
[He's a little overwhelmed, sure, and he's far from home without resources or anyone else to depend on. But he knows his weaknesses... He knows he tends to depend on the Warrior of Light a little too much. So Alphinaud steels himself and he rolls up his sleeves, determined to do a little menial labor if it will earn his keep.
To the surprise of no one, he's especially good at math. The calculations required to map the stars and predict their movements are somewhat familiar to him, having been raised in Sharlayan in the Studium. He's not prone to fortune telling, though, so he runs various errands as an astronomer's assistant at the observatory. Sometimes he's carrying huge maps that are as big as he is and rolled up like proclamations, but a few times he's running a sweet coffee beverage instead.]
B.
[Armed with a little more coin and a lot of pent-up energy, Alphinaud takes to hiking up the thousand steps of Yanti Rock. It's a beautiful view-- breathtaking, really-- and he almost goes for his sketchbook. But he's also exhausted, panting and half-keeled over with his hands on his knees. Other tourists may be enjoying the view too. He is ruining it with noise.]
I-- [huff huff] -- I only counted six hundred and thirty seven steps, but that is -- [phew] -- quite enough, I think. Vertical steps are not steps at all but ladders, and-- t'would be fair for them to learn it... a few times... in this heat...
[He is having Regrets.]
C.
[Accost him while he's looking at funky glowing tarot cards or any other manner of things. Pick a dialogue option that'll have him embarrassed to talk to you. The choice is yours.]
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Goldstone, Lyuku
When: Anytime between 9/9 and 9/16
[action; ss goldstone]
[Alphinaud is nothing if not an intrepid adventurer. Dusting the confetti from his shoulders, he immediately goes to explore the length and breadth of the ship. If it's private quarters then he won't peek inside, but everything else is fair game. He wants to really, really understand what's happened to him-- and the only way to do that is with his own eyes.
He can be found on the bridge trying to make sense of the magitek (but not touching anything just yet), nosing around the lab and poking around the cabinets, or trying to /soothe the microwave.
Of note: he is four and a half feet tall and possessing very large pointed ears, as well as a large book at his side.]
[video]
[A boy of about sixteen with a very posh accent decides to invest in finally using the communicator. The background is very colorful, to say the least; he's standing in an alley near a very noisy bazaar.]
Assuming this fabled contraption works... greetings all. My name is Alphinaud. Having been apprised of the current situation, I cannot say I enjoy it any more than one could enjoy a kidnapping, dancing and parties notwithstanding.
Something is making me very uneasy about this place and I cannot fathom the precise reason. I am not one to ignore my instincts, however. I read back and saw a mention of something coming, perhaps, though what that thing is has yet to be elaborated on.
A clearer explanation of the issue would be appreciated. No need to be concise, here; I am of a mind to take notes.
And if by chance any of you have heard tell of a realm called Eorzea, I pray you do not remain silent.
[action - lyuku]
A.
[He's a little overwhelmed, sure, and he's far from home without resources or anyone else to depend on. But he knows his weaknesses... He knows he tends to depend on the Warrior of Light a little too much. So Alphinaud steels himself and he rolls up his sleeves, determined to do a little menial labor if it will earn his keep.
To the surprise of no one, he's especially good at math. The calculations required to map the stars and predict their movements are somewhat familiar to him, having been raised in Sharlayan in the Studium. He's not prone to fortune telling, though, so he runs various errands as an astronomer's assistant at the observatory. Sometimes he's carrying huge maps that are as big as he is and rolled up like proclamations, but a few times he's running a sweet coffee beverage instead.]
B.
[Armed with a little more coin and a lot of pent-up energy, Alphinaud takes to hiking up the thousand steps of Yanti Rock. It's a beautiful view-- breathtaking, really-- and he almost goes for his sketchbook. But he's also exhausted, panting and half-keeled over with his hands on his knees. Other tourists may be enjoying the view too. He is ruining it with noise.]
I-- [huff huff] -- I only counted six hundred and thirty seven steps, but that is -- [phew] -- quite enough, I think. Vertical steps are not steps at all but ladders, and-- t'would be fair for them to learn it... a few times... in this heat...
[He is having Regrets.]
C.
[Accost him while he's looking at funky glowing tarot cards or any other manner of things. Pick a dialogue option that'll have him embarrassed to talk to you. The choice is yours.]
no subject
[A cowardly approach in Worf's eyes but he would not put it past them at all, since he doesn't trust them one bit.]
Indeed. Well met, Alphinaud of House Leveilleur. Are you royalty where you come from?
[He just guessed because of the way the boy spoke and his manner.]
no subject
[Worf reminds him of the Roegadyn men beneath his command-- loud, lively, and straightforward. He finds it familiar rather than intimidating; it's refreshing and it reminds him of his sister, who was ever the graceful warrior.
The question surprises him.]
No, not quite. My father is a politician in my homeland of Sharlayan, and my grandfather worked to protect the greater realm. We are of some minor nobility, that I cannot deny. However, in a nation of scholars, they are concerned less about bloodline and more with merit.
What of your house, Worf?