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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.]
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Do you mean to propose that our worlds are near parallel? I do not find it beyond reason that our worlds would have different Warriors of Light, considering the shadows they cast on the world before.
[He isn't entirely sure that she's the Warrior of Light, but her Echo and the way she reacted to him all but confirms it.]
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[She turns to face him again, crossing her arms.]
That's the only explanation I can think of that makes sense. [Thirteen reflections, thirteen Warriors of Light.]
It's not beyond reason, it's true. I've met a Warrior of Light from another world, one remarkably similar to yours, in fact. [And here comes the uncomfortable part. There's a small part of her that's still a little shaken from the experience, regardless of how it resolved in the end.]
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She mentions meeting another Warrior of Light, and he has a similar sinking feeling. This is, of course, what he was basing the theory on.]
Did he have a merry band of friends in the employ of the Ascians?
[What they did goes far beyond the pale. They are not allies, but he pities them. It was not their fault that the light fell out of balance... but what they did afterward, seeking to sow chaos in other worlds by taking lives...? That cannot be forgiven.
(And anyway, he cannot forgive someone who nearly killed his sister.)]
no subject
[That admittedly complicates things a little, but Rose is relieved to hear that the Warrior he'd been travelling with wasn't the one she'd met, even if she can't exactly place why.]
Nevertheless, it looks like we've found our answer, as complicated as it may seem. Do you have any plans from here?
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[He pauses a moment to ponder her question, curling his fingers beneath his chin. Always a quick wit, he arrives at his answer within seconds-- as if he'd decided it from the start. That's not too far off the mark.]
Considering the stark absence of anyone else from Eorzea, I would think it obvious. I would like to know more of your memories, to see what lines up and what does not. And more importantly--
[He meets her eyes with his blue ones, full of curiosity and barely-masked concern.]
I wish to know more about you, if... you will have me. I may not be the Alphinaud you journeyed with, but if his heart is anything like mine, he would support you-- memories or none. There are often many paths to the same destination, and I believe friends can be friends whether we recognize them or not.
[He hesitates, then, his confidence faltering just enough to let that sadness peek through.]
But... only if you are amenable. I will not force myself on you, and you need not worry overmuch; I can handle myself. [Probably.]
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This definitely isn't what I expected, but I agree. As odd as this place is, working together is our best option. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a few questions about your memories, too.
[Also, she's not sure that he can handle himself. She's almost positive that he can't.]
I haven't given you my name yet, have I? I'm Rose.
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[His relief is almost palpable. He's fortunate to know the Warrior of Light in any timeline, it seems.]
Rose, [he repeats, and he smiles around it. Probably a moniker since she's a miqo'te, but her name is her name.] T'is a pleasure, again.