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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2018 10:03:04 GMT -5
[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"]  自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained.
Bloody hells… she should have listened to her gut instinct when it predicted being stuck in this world was… more trouble than its worth. True, Dieter had succeeded in tossing the logic she grew up on right back to her face when he revealed a not so destroyed Rabanastre to her. A fact she still found herself struggling to accept but it’s been a week since he dragged her here. A week spend cramming through every known text she can get her hands on. It’s official she was truly in Ivalice. Bloody hells indeed. The girl was honestly so close to bursting out laughing when the truth finally hit home.
It sunk in… her sense of sanity finally gave it and accepted the fact. Not like it hasn’t been forced to do so before. Why couldn’t life be simple? Simple never was in her job description these days. The more reason for her forcefully exhale the gathered air she had been holding in a sigh. A more frustrated sigh. She…was not a fan of being caught off guard. Her pride actually took offense to it.
But what’s done is done, nothing she can do to reverse time nowadays. Not even the echo is capable of that feat. If the Ascians hadn’t discovered a way to mess with the delicate fabrics of time and space then doub—She paused that thought. A shiver racing down her spine before immediately putting a stop to it before it could go on.
Best not to tempt fate. You’ll never know when she’ll accept that as a challenge and do something against every law Hydaelyn held dear. Yes, best not to tamper with that thought. She mentally agreed. Pushing back any trace of the earlier thought away from her current line of thinking.
Though…another thought peered. Reminding her she was currently away from home. She didn’t need to be involved, there was no Ryan or anyone else for the matter that’s going to drag her to deal with primals or whatever insanity their wonderful world wanted to toss at them. Though…in a sense… it did cause her to worry… wait…hold that thought. And she did, for one reason or another there was a part of her that actually…worried. Ryan can be an idiot at times… but. Another sigh left her lips as she allowed another thought to disperse. Her brooding was just a normal part of her trying to find a way to amuse herself all while at the same time passing time. Why you ask was she doing this? For the matter of fact, just where the hell was she?
The answer was simple on the second question. She currently leaning against a wall towards the only doorway heading down into the waterways. Which itself was strange enough. Perhaps she can try to find the same way when she gets back. Might save them the jump… and having to take a dip just to get through the damn place. The moon certainly was up tonight. She lightly lifted her chin upwards, noticing how the moon seem to shine brightly tonight before she closed her eyes and waited. A few more minutes if the two didn’t show up then screw it she was going in there alone.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 28, 2018 19:10:53 GMT -5
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Thank the Scions, Nils agreed to stipend Ciru-Ajiru’s commission for this Hunt to cover his room and board. The Right-hand of Helios’ Ambition hadn’t expected the Nu Mou to agree to his proposed plan of action – the failure of Ivonne’s negotiations loomed in the forefront of his thoughts. Before he’d turned to depart the Clan Hall, Dieter paused to review the Marked Hunt Request one final time – their objective was to exterminate a Wraith. It was a straight-forward request; however, they’d briefly described how said Wraith had amassed a small brigade of Ghosts. Vile undead, why must they linger an distress the living , The Dark Knight bitterly mused to himself, making note of how they’d allegedly begun to venture dangerously close to the Low Town.
It is only a matter of time before they grow bold enough to enter Low Town , The Dark Knight rationalized to himself, certain if they weren’t dealt with, the issue would take a grave turn by the end of the week. With an irate sigh, Dieter returned the parchment to the Nu Mou before he’d pivoted sharply on his heel and proceeded towards the entrance to Low Town. He was surprised to find that Low Town was deathly still, half of its’ inhabitants hiding in their crudely made hovers – no one dared risked venturing out with the looming threat. In the distance, he saw Ivonne’s silhouette as she’d propped herself up against the wall. His gaze lingered on her blade, Bloodthorn , still uncertain about its’ true nature.
Where is that creature? Dieter wondered to himself, referring to the Ivonne’s Anima. Ivonne hadn’t been forthcoming for information regarding its’ origins or purpose, albeit, Dieter pressed the issue. He knew that he didn’t have any leverage, not to mention, he’d saved her life but in the process, made her a prisoner. He’d still felt guilty about that, though Ivonne seemed to understand, she could return once they’d gotten a request conscripted from her world – they needed a point to bind the Teleport Stone to. He’d investigated the option of warping at random, however, the Moogle exclaimed that doing so was incredibly risky. So that wasn’t a viable option for the time being.
Before he’d left on his mission to rescue a trapped adventurer from Ciru-Ajiru’s home world, he’d been tasked with informing the Dark Knight of her options. Unfortunately, he also had given her extremely short period of time to make an important decision, would she join the ranks of Helios’ Ambition or become a sell-sword until they could secure her passage home.
"I apologize, Nils and I had some business, did you wait long?"
The Dark Knight inquired, scanning his surroudnings for any trace of Ciru-Ajiru.
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[attr="class","niknik"] [attr="class","niknik4"]ciru-ajiru, blue mage | [attr="class","niknik2"]Sighing to himself, Ciru-Ajiru had no idea what he was doing. Or where he was going for that matter. Sent ahead, sure, why not. The tarutaru grumbled to himself as he wandered through Lowtown. He had climbed the stairs as indicated and then just wandered around as he got completely lost somewhere. Looking around, none of this was familiar and some people did stare at him from time to time. Some even pointing his way. Well, it wasn't like his kind was there. Which was unbelievable in itself! The tarutaru were one of the best races, one of the enlightened races! They had humes here, they had a rabbit-variation of the mithra here, they didn't have galka here... but perhaps those bangaa or pig-like races counted.
The tarutaru giggled and laughed a bit on the street, which caused even more strange looks his way. Ciru-Ajiru didn't care for what they thought... well, until one came his way. "Are you a moogle?" a young boy asked and Ciru-Ajiru's laughter faded as he looked shocked at the boy. "I-Wh-WHATARU DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU?!" he shouted angered at the boy as he moved back shocked. The tarutaru blinked, not really pleased on how nobody knew of his kind, "ugh... No, notaru a moogle... know what, let's leave itaru at that," he sighed with annoyance.
"You don't have to get so angry," an elder man said as he got closer. Staring back dull at the man, Ciru-Ajiru sighed again and shrugged, "don'taru care. I'm a tarutaru! I am proud of my race!" he called out back at the man. The man shrugged, "never heard of them." Ciru gritted his teeth and then chose to just ignore the man and walk onward. "Walking away now, are you?" he called after the tarutaru, but Ciru-Ajiru didn't look back. He honestly couldn't care less and looking around him, apart from the gazes from the people, nothing just seemed familiar or what-so-ever.
"Where's directions when you need them," Ciru-Ajiru said grudgingly as he stared at some boxes. He had a feeling he was going in complete the opposite direction. Likely by now Dieter had already gone down into Lowtown and reached destination. "Hey lizard! Wher-" he called out to a bangaa, but was quickly interrupted by said bangaa: "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!" Blinking a few times, "I'm calling things by whataru I see, whatever you are, beastman," he responded with some irritation and it seemed the bangaa got even more mad as some people looked shocked around him.
From his point of view, Ciru-Ajiru could only see a beastman in the bangaa before him, "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" the bangaa snarled as he got closer and towered over the small figure of Ciru. "What's with you people and being dickfaces? Everyone justaru tries to outdo the other in being annoying, aren't you all?" he asked irritated of the bangaa, who was now pulling out what seemed to be a weird type of axe. "Hmph," energy gathered into the small figure while he placed a hand forward and blasted the bangaa back with a yellow blast to his torso using Sickle Slash. The bangaa stumbled back before the people started shouting and running away around them. Then the lizard came towards him and swung his axe before purple waves came from Ciru and the entire figure of the bangaa stood still in place. The tarutaru had used Temporal Shift to halt the bangaa in place.
"I don'taru have time for this," Ciru-Ajiru said as he cast his third spell in Eyes On Me. A black and white bolt was launched right above the bangaa and faded. A sense of pain went through the bangaa's entire body as the tarutaru walked away again. He noted from the bangaa's expression, even frozen that when the stun would end the entire figure of the bangaa would collapse on the ground. Looking around, now there weren't even people anymore to ask the way. With a sigh, he continued onward.
Wandering around another block or two, he noted in the distance the figure of Dieter, an appearance he would quickly recognize. Though, the few other people around there were quickly moving away just upon seeing him, likely having stood there when he fought the bangaa. Stupid humes... He slowly walked towards the two, irritated behind his mouthmask.
[attr="class","niknik6"] [attr="class","niknikarrow"] [attr="class","niknik7"] 744 WORDS FOR @ivonne , Dieter Wolfram Perhaps there'll be some trouble after or even before this mission. lol[break] Sickle Slash: 3 post CD; Temporal Shift: 4 post CD; Eyes On Me: 3 post CD.
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[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained.
A minute more. The cold winds caressed through the child’s exposed skin as the night deepened. Gone was the sun, having sunk beyond the horizons prior to her arrival allowing the grace of the moon to merely light her path through the darkened night streets. With the absence of heat, the air grew colder. Being situated within a damn dessert. The girl wasn’t all too surprise to how the temperature hastily dropped to colder levels. She had been to thanalan, it’s the same with every dessert territories. Hotter days and colder moons. Another adjusted to her cloak was in order as she hugged it closer to her body.
But unlike in Thanalan where she grew accustomed to sudden shifts in temperature. The chill around Rabanastre held a far colder form of chill than she was accustomed too. Another month of getting used to. She scoffed, mentally rolling her eyes at the sarcasm her own thoughts held while she waited.
Just one more and if they didn’t arrive she was going too—
Just like that she caught Dieter’s silhouette through the barely lit streets heading straight for her. Barely making it through her silent time limit. The boy was a walking paradox indeed, she mused internally. Keeping her expression as stoic as it normally was as she listened to him speak. He did ask her about her decision. Not like the kid had much of a choice, she was in a foreign land. With no knowledge of the landscape or lore surrounding it. She never expected neglecting to read up on Ivalician lore back home was going to bite her in the ass one day. Bite her it did… and now that she was stuck in it… Only a fool would willingly venture out into the unknown. She took that lesson far closer to her heart. Not that her state of common sense would allow the thought to cross her mind.
So she grudgingly accepted… and asked the Nu mou to simply pass her acceptance to his offer back to her fellow dark knight the day he got back. This was the second time she actually joined a group. The second time someone succeeded in recruiting her… Oh Fray was going to be laughing his arse off if he ever found out she was growing soft.
’Thaliak curse me for my stupidity if that’s the case.’ The girl thought. Shaking her head off the thought before it can progress. First was Ryan… and then Dieter… Do Dark knights know how to charm people? She hoped not!
The very idea of her growing soft did not bode well for the child but… since Dieter was already here, it gave her the perfect distraction against the random thoughts going through her head. She shook her head in a silent answer to his question. “Not too long…” She replied in a tone barely rising above a whisper. Her ruby orbs glinted eerily in the dead of the night as few rays of the moon hit them before a cloud covered the moon once more, plunging them into the dark embrace of the night.
He was truly an interesting character especially with… his surprise reaction to seeing Bloodthorn. He wasn’t the only one who was shocked, hers though was a completely different reason. The fact that they could SEE him bothered her. She just did a good job at hiding it from the notice. Still he saw them, which should not be possible unless they were melded aether on a daily basis or--- the thought immediately shut itself down as she recalled the day Adarshir was finally able to see the anima without the use of a special type of glass. From what the man explained to her, it should be theoretically possible as long as the anima garnered a large amount to aether within itself. Which… she knew Bloodthorn had in spades now. So…could that be the reason why they saw him? She wondered. Still it didn’t help the following interrogation that soon followed after.
She might have….taken great pleasure in withholding exactly HOW or WHAT an anima was. Or precisely how to acquire such a rare sentient weapon. She wasn’t about to tell them. ‘Going around battlefields and collecting the essence of aether from dead souls.’ Oh yes… how well they could have taken that… not to mention that wasn’t all it took. Let’s just say it was a process that long tested her sanity and patience. But really… they haven’t given her enough reason to tell them secrets. And she really didn’t see a reason why…she has to tell them what an anima was… if they wanted to know, she was sure they can find out…one way or another.
She opened her mouth to speak but halted when another figure approached the way its small size became apparent to them. Ivy soon found herself nursing the dull thump of a growing migraine a base of her skull. A popoto…. Or more specifically… A lalafell. SERIOUSLY? Her eyebrow actually twitched a few times. “….a midget?”
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 31, 2018 5:05:42 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Please Ciru, don’t cause any more issues for Lady Ysera, or myself for that matter! Helios’ Ambitions Right Hand thought dejectedly – none of their newest additions had come easily. No, if anything everything had begun to roll down hill after Cassialyn had joined their ranks. The Dancer’s fiery attitude and reluctance to learn how to fend for herself, it’d proved to be a continuous thorn in his side – albeit, she’d begun to show significant progress in his personal opinion. Next, there was the matter of Ivonne, A Dark Knight that he’d essentially stranded on Ivalice and forced her hand to join their Clan – the expenses linked to her had already begun to compile. Feeding her and providing accommodations left me with little for the Orphans
For whatever reason, Cassialyn and Ivonne were nearly always at one another’s throats, half the time, their arguments stemmed late into the night. Admittedly, it wouldn’t have been nearly as big of an issue, if it weren’t for the fact that Dieter was scarcely two doors away. Those two pale in comparison to that bloody Tarutaru
Dieter begrudgingly admitted, The Dark Knight was genuinely elated at the prospect of seperating himself from the crass-mouthed Tarutaru. T he TaruTaru’s abrasive demeanor and combative personality had already resulted in a handful of “isolated” incidents. A sudden flash of yellow in the distance was enough for Dieter’s heart to plummet into the pit of his stomach, certain that a certain Tarutaru was no doubt involved. Such thoughts were affirmed when he saw the signature amaranthine waves undulate through the air – it was Ciru-Ajiru’s binding ability.
“Please, let me be wrong.”
Dieter said aloud, his worst fears being confirmed as Ciru-Ajiru rounded a corner and made his way in their direction. Ivonne’s response ignored entirely as Dieter envisioned himself wrapping his hands around the Tarutaru’s neck and bringing him to the edge of death – over and over and over again.
“Ciru…. What were those flashes….”
He’d asked, his expression going deadpan as Ivonne spoke. My nightmares, they just never end…… The Empyreal Plain is less torturous than this Clan.
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[attr="class","niknik"] [attr="class","niknik4"]ciru-ajiru, blue mage | [attr="class","niknik2"]Ciru-Ajiru walked towards the two while looking around himself. He pondered on what the plan onward was soon. Though, a question was first raised from Dieter where he also heard a remark from the other lass. "Well... sure, midgetaru and all... but I am what is called a tarutaru, please remember thataru," he said to Ivonne proud before turning to Dieter. "Some lizardman, possibly a failed version of the Mamool Ja on this world, was getting angry when I only spoke to him," he replied a bit annoyed, "said lizard turned aggressive when I was asked to repeataru what I called him. Likely he didn't like being a lizard or something. I couldn't really inquire one the rage as I was trying to ask the way and he lashed outaru at me. I silented him and possibly caused some destruction to his internal organs, butaru he should be fine with some restaru. I left him laying there as everyone ran off when the guy started attacking."
Ciru-Ajiru hoped that was enough of an explanation, it wasn't like he was going to beat around the bush or lie his way through this. He was very honest about things and cared fairly little about how some would feel about it. So that was perhaps one thing going for him, both negatively and positively depending on the situation. "Also people keptaru asking me if I was a moogle, why cannotaru anyone recognize a tarutaru here when they see one? Our kind are known to be the mostaru skilled in the use of magic. We have brought a lot of magical creations in the world, what is wrong with this world to notaru have them?" he inquired of Dieter, somewhat annoyed with the lack of tarutaru's in this world.
After those inquiries and troubles, Ciru-Ajiru turned to Ivonne and made a bow to the lady. "I am Ciru-Ajiru, a Tarutaru Blue Mage from the Federation of Windurst. My tribe was one of the founders of the great city and to this day my parents still manage many of the Cardians of the city. A pleasure to meet you, m'lady," he introduced himself during his bow. He was curious who he was dealing with today and hoping there weren't any impatient allies this time that ran towards their deaths. He was quick to leave in such a scenario.
Turning to both, "so what are our objects for this fine day. Also does this place have no Home Points at all? It'd be nice to justaru warp myself somewhere instead of going through this entire city, I had a lotaru of trouble finding my way here," he continued in the hopes to actually figure out what was going on. Just different worlds was one thing, but why did everything have to be so different between each world. Perhaps neither of them knew even what he was talking about. Even if Dieter had been to Vana'diel, he wasn't from there and didn't seem to be one to go to worlds a lot of times, does he? Hard time even figuring out my own comrades, then again... I never bothered understanding people, he thought to himself, knowing he did have himself to blame on some pointers.
Looking over the two, they both looked like primarily frontline fighters. Possibly even types of warriors, knights, dark knights, rune fencers, or whatever. Thinking about it, Dieter was a Dark Knight and the lass looked like one too, so there was that, he supposed. Support duty falls to me then, he guessed, but knew he was going to throw whatever spells he felt like as well.
[attr="class","niknik6"] [attr="class","niknikarrow"] [attr="class","niknik7"] 564 WORDS FOR @ivonne, Dieter WolframWoo~ Let's get this thing started! Sorry for the wait. xD Sickle Slash: 2 post CD; Temporal Shift: 3 post CD; Eyes On Me: 2 post CD.
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[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained.
Now….she can certainly say without any hesitation. That the midget has completely lost her in his explanation. The girl merely stared at him, already clearly lost midway up his rant. A delicate eyebrow rose upwards the longer the small creature talked. Tarutaru?... What a happy coincidence…. The snarky part of her mind couldn’t resist putting a jab on it. A name of a race closely matching the same midget the scions kept as their accountant. Tataru would be so thrilled… She thought with the same level of sarcasm her snarky side first dumped on the name.
But then… she paused, the lala didn’t need anything else to stroke that thrice damned impish side she has. She nearly shivered the last time she let her horns out. It involved, dragging one of them, a tailor’s measuring tape and lots of screaming. The last part she had successfully supressed out of her mind. Ivonne didn’t need another one reminding her what she’s been trying to forget.
Tataru aside… her gaze went right back to the small dwarf. “Tarutaru? Never heard of them…” She said with adding a casual shrug at the end. She hid her annoyance well enough right? She made sure her expression remained just the same neutral façade Dieter’s been use to from the get go. Ivonne did not like Lalafells… nothing against the race, actually. She scratched the thought right off, turning her back from them before ducking into the passageway leading down to the sewers. Taking only but a few steps before craning her neck back to see if the two started moving. If not well… it’s lucky she had the foresight of asking the creature manning the reception desk. A nu mou she heard Dieter mentioned a few times.
Right around the left corridor was the gateway leading to the waterways. If the Nu mou proved his salt in giving out directions. She grumbled something softly under her breath.
Drip….
Drip…. Water drip systematically from above, dripping down into the small puddles collecting by their feet. While further ahead the sound of rushing water permeated through the tunnels. Loud echoing rush of water, gurgled around them which. Wasn’t surprising they were the sewers of all bloody places. A bloody sewer that was barely even lit, it was dark alright. The tendrils of the shadows clearly has this place as its playground. The only thing keeping them at bay and providing a guiding light towards them was the eerily placed torches lighting the way. The light being casted created a type of eeriness into the air. The way its shadow being reflected by the flames onto the walls danced along with it.
Dark and creepy torches? Sounds like the beginning of a haunted house attraction. The same one she often sees being built on Gridania during all hallows eve. But this… this took a page right out of their book. If she wasn’t so used to it. She wondered if she would have reacted to it… Damn now she’s starting to regret not dragging one of the mages back at the free company she’s a member off. You know, the clumsy one that often jumps at every noise. Oh she would have loved it here. Another sarcastic line. She’s just a ball of sunshine tonight! A sigh slid through the girl’s lips before she glanced back, this time checking if the boys actually followed after her.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 25, 2018 6:01:46 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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The Archdaemon resisted the urge to smirk at Ivonne’s tasteless jab at Ciru-Ajiru’s diminutive stature and the Tarutaru’s efforts to educate the Hydalen Dark Knight about his proud race. Although, any perceived humor was immediately forgotten as Ciru-Ajiru went onto describe the chain of events that had resulted in those worrisome flashes of light. Needless to say, Helios Amibiton’s Right Hands frustration was evident as his hands had curled into tightly clenched fist at his sides. An audible wince escaping from between his lips as his nails dug harshly into the flesh of his palms, the result of which was a thin rivulet of crimson. A few droplets of his blood dripped downward onto the ground. What made matters worse is that Dieter could feel his blood pressure rising, his right eye had even begun to spasm uncontrollably – that couldn’t be healthy.
Not only had Ciru-Ajiru goaded a Bangaa into attacking him addressing him as a lizard, he’d silenced him and potentially caused internal damage. What made it even more concerning was the brazen fashion in which the Tarutaru dismissed it. Before he could interject, the Tarutaru rambled on, exclaiming that more than a handful of people had confused him with a Moogle. He seemed surprised that no one on Ivalice recognized his race, perhaps, it was because they’d never existed within the past thousands of years. No doubt, the same thing would occur if Viera migrated to Ciru-Ajiru’s home world. Frankly, Dieter’s opinion was that Ciru-Ajiru more closely resembled a dwarf Nu Mou, albeit he’d lacked some of the distinct features such as the floppy ears.
“Your kind has never existed in Ivalice’s history... to my knowledge, you are the first Tarutaru to step foot within Rabanastre.
He replied flatly, uncertain of how to make that any clearer. Ciru-Ajiru’s indepth introduction to Ivonne served as a further reminder of just how different each of the Clan’s members were. Ysera was once a Sky Pirate, Cassialyn was estranged nobility, Syel had forsaken the Woods, Ivonne had been stranded by none other than himself, lastly there was himself – a daemon that walked among mankind in disguise.
“We are hunting down a horde of undead, a few of them have grown so bold as to leave the Waterway and target the inhabitants of Low Town. We have the crystals within the city. However, I believe the Waterway interfers with the flux of their magick.”
Dieter informed him as he’d descended down into the Waterway’s depths following Ivonne. He’d paused momentarily in front of the Sluice controls, quickly making a handful of adjustments. What was he doing? He was closing off the most dangerous paths, not to mention he was limiting the areas they’d have to investigate. Once that was handled, Dieter pressed forward engaging a handful of Dire Rats, taking out his frustration as he’d ruthlessly rended their bodies without the aid of his allies.
“Come… we can collect the loot on the way out.”
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[attr="class","niknik"] [attr="class","niknik4"]ciru-ajiru, blue mage | [attr="class","niknik2"]When Dieter explained how his kind never existed in the entire history of this world, Ciru-Ajiru was just annoyed by this fact. He had been explained before and he still disliked it. It just seemed hard to accept that his race would not be in another world. Looking at the girl, he felt there was some recognition from her eyes. It seemed like she was thinking about something, but there definitely was recognition. Now the question would be what world she was from.
Regardless, focusing on Dieter, he gave little else and when Ciru-Ajiru introduced himself the girl only replied with how she nenever heard of them and they continued as if nothing happened. Looking from one to the other, his companions appeared to be not very talkative at all. Well, this is going to be... a bothersome party, he thought as he started to sulk and follow in a calm manner. “Honestly, whataru happened in this world that itaru does have all these humes, butaru no tarutaru?” he continued just to keep talking.
As they were following Ivonne, Dieter explained the current mission. It appeared they'd be delving quite deep into the Waterway from the sounds of it, he kept quiet while Dieter explained while pulling out a small book as he scribbled some of what was explained down. Despite his scribbling, he did keep watch. He had always been primarily a support in party setups despite being highly capable of working on his own too.
The blue mage halted when Dieter took care of some rats, from the look of things, they were pretty weak critters and Ivonne that had continued to move did check behind her on them. “I presume the undead are much further ahead,” he said while putting his pen and book away in his pockets. Looking around, the place didn't seem special thus far. “I'm following, if I need to, I'll step in, butaru I believe it is bestaru we plan ahead before engaging anything of greataru danger,” he said, hoping the two Dark Knights did agree. If not, well... Ciru-Ajiru wasn't to blame for anything they could have prevented.
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