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Post by Zidane Tribal on Oct 23, 2018 6:31:42 GMT -5
Zidane allowed his gaze on Dagger to linger. He did worry about her sometimes. While she could handle herself, she was never all that good with denying her duty as a leader. Others came first and she did to expertly wield her authority, but she often drive herself to exhaustion. He shook his head, his beloved was the stars in his sky, but he'd be her clouds if ever she was tired of the longing stares from those below that covered all she could grant them... His attention shot back to Blaise who did to call him Sir Knight,. Ugh, no! "What?!" Zidane sputtered. Before he had the inclination to correct the mage he would go on like Quina went on about cutlery. Man he didn't know... a fork was a fork. "I don't think it was Magicite." Zidane seemed familiar with the power source, surprisingly. His time in Ivalice was not a days journey. Before Invincible had found him he had traveled from the Saandseas to the edge of the Jagds at the world's end. Ivalice was his second home and while a great place to visit, especially Bhujerba, and he spent a long time looking for a way to use this energy source to replace the one used by Terrans to make... That Kuja used for... But it was no use. "Maybe it was me, cause I can't use mayic, but I couldn't get Magicite to work." He rubbed the back of his head. He wasn't quite from Gaia either, but shared souls with it. "I don't think Gaians can use the stuff." He'd admit since he was under no Oath to dictate whether or not he should tell someone he wasn't from the neighborhood! "I don't know what a Paling is, but I can imagine what people would do if they had something like this.." Zidane allowed the comment to hang because Blaise should know how people were. A person as fine, but people we're dumb, panicky animals and with the Mist back their inclination for considering darker acts was ten fold! A power like that... When rthey approached the Moogle Blaise called out as well. The little guy seemed focused on the machines. He wasn't a mechanic so the thief's understanding was about as much as one would think! He folded his arms behind his head, letting his digits link together and create a nest for the back of his head. "Right." They didn't one any of those exploding. He looked to Blaise and laughed at his reaction. "You can relax. Titles and junk kinda put people on edge if they aren't, like nobles..." Even Dagger hated that sort of formality. He leaned close. "It's also probably a good idea just to not refer to Da-- Garnet as Queen, if we aren't at some high tail function." She'd like appreciate it. Zidane walked over to the mess of machine. Rolling his arms he would reach down and give a section of the heavy metal a good hoist and push it aside to reveal that, whatever these were had quite the hardware. Zidane like put Mogrid's life on stall for s good ten years with his action as it could have triggered the machines to, well, boom! The engines and internal workings, while bereft of mist, seemed to use engines similar to that old boat the Regant had lent them. What was it called? "Kinda like the Blue Narciss." It had been a sailing ship but had a modified motor that pushed them through the water if they hit dead sea. "You know what if Blaise is right too? Like they were using magic? Maybe not Magicite or something." But why did he think that? Something alienated the machine from any other kind of machine on Gaia and with Lindblum being the center of technological development: it wasn't farfetched that the old man would gsin access to something unique or queer concerning machines. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Gyun on Oct 23, 2018 7:13:20 GMT -5
There is a resounding clang from inside the half collapsed ship, and then the sound of something starting rumbling. Lights flicker on from inside the disheveled shell and it sounds like various machinery has started running, creaking and chugging and hissing. There's the sound of a small, brief explosion inside the structure and then shortly thereafter another, and the faintest bit of smoke that comes with it, wafting through the holes and cracks in the structure. That does not particularly bode well for what's going on in there. Then there's a loud clang.
About a minute later, there's a loud clanking, and a soft puttering as the sound of something big, blue, and on many.... well, four metal legs and spewing steam comes scuttling toward the exit of the structure, and as it rounds into view it seems to have a cannon mounted on the front of it. A relatively angry one that looks like it might have acid hooked up to it. It looks like that because it does. Among other ordinance. It looks like things are about to go very far south again but as the machine trundles unsteadily into view there is a slightly sooty, slightly singed moomba astride the controls. He has also acquired goggles in the interim. And a large amount of salvaged parts. And a collection of various tools. And what appear to be three separate stacks of manuals, all piled up around him. Looting!
The moomba is grinning like some kind of idiot, insofar as a feline creature with not terribly expressive facial muscles can grin, which is mostly just bearing his teeth in a sort of smiley way. The feline riding the thing looks like it is probably a very bad idea and incredibly dangerous and then he pushes a button on the controls with an excitedly dramatic flare and fires the cannon. Rather than horrible explosive death or a shower of acid, there's a loud thunk and the sound of metal twanging taut. It appears that the moomba has fired a harpoon into some of the scattered debris, and commences reeling it in and pulling it out of the way. This is of course accompanied with a horrible, loud grating noise as what appears to be bronze drags along the cobblestones, kicking up a violent display of sparks for some unknown reason despite the relatively slow speed. He seems to be very much at home piloting the thing, which is weird, and also not bothered by the noise, which is unfair.
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Post by Garnet Alexandros on Oct 26, 2018 4:55:53 GMT -5
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Garnet’s head craned in Zidane’s direction as he’d addressed Blaise, the faintest semblance of a candid smirk evident upon her face. Zidane’s advice to Blaise was a tad ironic, especially, given how he’d personally chased after her for some time – perhaps he was simply passing on his hard-earned wisdom. Not to mention, Zidane knew better than anyone else, Garnet’s dismissals were seldom meant to be cruel. No, if anything, it meant that she had far more pressing matters to attend, or simply that her mind was elsewhere. In this particular instance, Garnet was repeatedly surveying her surroundings, searching for anything that could be amiss, or had the potential to do so. [break][break] Zidane’s final remark regarding that she could handle herself, it’d threatened to wrench a bauble of laughter from her. Why did she find that so humorus? Perhaps, it was because she’d not only lead him on a wild goose chase through the Castle that now through rite of marriage belonged to him, drugged him possibly more than once with a healthy dose of Sleep Weed, and even married him in Condor Petite to further their objective – that wasn’t to say that the feelings weren’t genuine and reciprocated. No, Garnet just hadn’t been ready to admit it to herself, it took a bit longer for her to come to terms with how she felt about the playful Genome. [break][break] These thoughts entertained her, Garnet’s gaze slightly absent-minded as her arms came to rest behind her back, fingers interlaced as she’d arched her back till she felt the slight pop in her sternum. Blaise’s befuddled attempts to address Zidane proved humorous as well, simply because Zidane was the furthest thing imaginable from a Knight – not to say his heart wasn’t in the right place. Her husband, he truly had a heart of gold, his kind-hearted nature, patience and capacity for forgiveness far outshone her own. How fortunate am I? Garnet mused to herself, painfully aware if she hadn’t met Zidane and runaway from her Kingdom, there was a probability she’d have been wed off to secure an alliance. [break][break] Blaise’ bow snapped her back to reality, Garnet blinking once or twice before she’d returned his bow with a curt nod of her head. She’d turned to survey the damage once again, Blaise’ rambling about the more mechanical aspects becoming muted noise in the background. Her arms now resting under her bosom, her fingers busily tapping away to some phantom melody as she’d begun to formulate her next course of action. A dejected sigh slipped from between her lips before she made her way over to Zidane, a candid kiss placed upon his cheek. [break][break] “ I have some matters to attend… Dinner tonight at the pub?” [break][break] Garnet suggested, clearly disappointed in the fact she had to take leave to address some of the higher eschelons and attempt to figure out what they could have been thinking releasing so many creatures into the city… [break][break] GARNET WILL EXIT NEXT POST
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2018 14:28:24 GMT -5
“Perhaps not,” Blaise affirmed to Zidane’s explanation about might not being able to use magicite, the point proving interesting enough to stem the flow of the Blue Mage’s steam of consciousness rambling. He thought for a bit as they walked towards Mogrid, contemplating the Genome’s theory. “Some sages say that just as our bodies are a gestalt comprised of smaller organisms, so to do all living things in a particular World’s ecosystem bear its ‘signature’ down to the very fabric of our flesh.” Blaise removed a glove and his flexed his fingers absently. “Thus, though we might seem superficially similar Gaian,” apparently Blaise was under no such inter-world secrecy oaths, “what might be efficacious for you might be deadly poison for myself, and vice versa.” As his way, Blaise went straight from theorizing to morbid application. “ For example, on a World known as The Planet, I once assisted a countryman in utilizing the local Mist, called Mako in this case, to grant themselves superhuman qualities like the natives,” there was a grimace of regret though not contrition. “It proved...very unwise,” was the mage’s sole summation of deadly trans-world experimentation.
Blaise was just about to illuminate Zidane on what a Paling is before some social instinct finally kicked in, evincing that Zidane probably had no rips to give about energy shields. No, that wasn’t quite right, Blaise amended, considering his interlocutor’s tone further. Zidane seemed concerned about…man’s thirst for conquest? Blaise, born into a time and World unknowingly on the brink of Cataclysm, had never met rulers who eschewed both the trappings of power and the weapons that could grow that power further. Annular azure eyes regarded the Genome hero for a long moment, their clear depth holding an obvious incomprehension of both Zidane’s moral caution and humbler understanding of what the burden of rulership entailed. “As you wish Zidane, I’ll respect you and your lady’s dissemblance,” Blaise consented nevertheless with a broad amiable smile.
Mogrid affirmed that he was also not a knight but an artificer, and received an ascending nod from Blaise. “A pleasure Mogrid, I am Blaise.” Did Mogrid know that his possession of a keyblade marked him as a rarer soul still then nobility? However that was something for another time. The mage listened as Mogrid and Zidane mused about the device’s nature and whether or not it actually utilized eldritch energies at all. While a profiteer student of magical artifacts and bio-alchemy, the more brass tacks of machines were far out of Blaise’s wheelhouse. A year or so ago he wouldn’t have understood how a machine this complex could’ve operated without magicite, but the Worlds had revealed that what Blaise had once known about the multiverse could barely fill thimble. Thus he remained quiet as musing about the lovely flowers and alternate means of mechanization went down.
“Mogrid,” Blaise ventured once there’d been a pause, perhaps betraying his probable homeworld by being able speak to a two foot tall fairy mouse without any break in seriousness. “It’s been been brought up that this Paling-like shield technology,” Zidane received a respectful nod, Blaise apparently willing to play ball while in someone else’s backyard. “would adversely effect the balance of power in this region. In your professional opinion, what’d be the best way for us to go about this?” Blaise looked around the still worse-for-wear courtyard . “There’ll probably be civilians returning soon enough. Would it be best to haul or teleport all this to a secure location to dismantle away from prying eyes or….” Then the great machine sundered to life and a Moomba-based laser calamity ensued.
“OH GOOD GODS WHY!? NO NOT THE…oh…” Blaise watched in puzzlement as importune demolition salvage commenced.
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