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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 3, 2018 1:05:17 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| Lord Belias, forgive me, one of your sacred gifts, it has shattered…” The Dark Knight confessed, his head bowed so that low that it laid atop his interlock fingers – positioned on the edge of a window ceil. Dieter’s lips moved in silence, reciting countless verses of scriptures that had long since been lost to mankind, stolen away by the unforgiving ravages of time. When he dared to raise his head, Dieter’s gaze fell upon innumerable onyx candles that had been lit with care, the heady scent of Atropa Belladona and Junipers lingered within his room. Precariously placed in the middle was the innumerable fragmented shards of his beloved sword, some of which were freshly stained with his own blood – positioning them had been quite the painful endeavor.
Those damned undying , Dieter cursed to himself, starring down at the pulsating crimson crystal that laid was in the midst of shrapnel. When his blade had shattered, the crystal reacted violently, hungrily devouring the fleeting remnants that had been freed from their indentured servitude. Now, instead of being trapped within the cold confines of steel, they were subjected to fueling an Undying’s corrupt wish for longevity – a fate no doubt worse than death. Dieter’s prayers ceased when he heard the distinct sound of rough parchment as it’d scrapped against the floor. His attention drifted from the flickering flames to his door, only to see a letter being slid beneath the threshold. For a moment or two, he’d remained motionless, not bothering to move until its’ deliverer had departed.
Not another mission request so soon , Dieter dreaded as he’d reluctantly rose to his feet. He’d forced himself to take a deep breathe, steeling his resolve as he’d made his way to the door. The Dark Knight angrily snatched the letter up, his smoky jade eyes quickly scanning its’ content. His heart skipped a handful of beats as he’d reread its’ content, unable to believe that Ivonne would make such an offer – she’d offered to repair his shattered blade. Perhaps, it was because she’d cherished her own blade and thus understood the pain he’d felt. However, some of her words brought a sense of skepticism, she’d mentioned something about “Anima”, a term that he’d associated with the strange phantasmal creature he seldom noticed linger around her.
He’d managed to pry a few nuances of information from Ivonne regarding its’ presence, she cryptically claimed that it was an “Anima” and that it was similar to the spirits housed within his blade – albeit, she claimed that it wasn’t nearly as simple. When he attempted to probe a bit further into the matter, he was almost always met by her stoic, emotionless gaze. Can’t fault her, she doesn’t owe me anything , Hell, if anything, she had every reason to detest him – he’d inadvertently trapped her on their planet. With a sigh, he folded the letter and tucked it into the folds of his robes. He’d walked over to a sizable chest that he used a wardrobe, emptying its’ content upon his bed before he carefully placed every piece of his blade into the chest.
His eyes narrowed in disgust as he’d picked up the Wraith’s soul crystal, depositing it with care – Ivonne had mentioned that said gem was quite important for the process. A few minutes later, he’d found himself outside of Cassialyn and Ivonne’s room, knocking against it a few times while he awaited Ivonne’s response.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2018 10:48:27 GMT -5
[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained. Why….?
The infernal question rang from her head. Depriving her any of the peace she desired in her attempts to venture down into morpheus’ realm. Bright ruby tinted orbs stared at the lone darkened ceiling. Covered by the unmistakable dimness of the night. Why had she offered him her help for his sword? The question rang again as she laid on the bed. Listlessly in quiet contemplation. The unwilling roommate already fell to sleep’s embrace. Lazily moving her head to glance at the aforementioned body on the other bed. The shadows casting a silhouette over the figure covered in blankets before she veered her attention back at the ceiling.
As though the ceiling held all the answers for her when it fact it didn’t. She was just trying to find a reason to dignify her reasons for staring at it. There was none of course. Just her waging war with the torrent of her restless mind. The thought plaguing her into the wee hours of the night after she returned from delivering her small missive to the man’s doorway. Sliding it into the tiny slit underneath the door before turning off and returning to the chambers she shared with Cassialyn.
Her own actions, caused nothing but confused her more than she already did. She barely knew him, and now she was offering him aid in repairing the lone mismatched metallic menace he called a sword. She had seen it up close more than a few times. Safe to say, the inner blacksmith in her screamed in horror. The sword he wielded, was what every blacksmith calls their worse nightmare come alive. A mix between metals that goes against every law of metallurgy known to man. Metals that by no means were beyond compatible with one another and was known never to bond well was mashed into the concoction. A shiver actually ran down her spine recalling the sword’s appearance. Rarely anything fazes her now a days but that sword… that thrice damned sword had been murdering the blacksmith soul she held goading it just by staring at it’s presence. So when it broke, she can honestly say it was a long time coming. In the art of metallurgy a practitioner needs to make sure the metals she or he would be combining into creation were compatible. Incompatible metals affected the strength and overall durability of the weapon. Unless of course it’s to use it as a mere design even then they had to be careful not to let it mix into the main body itself. That would be disastrous.
So the question… was still going back to the first. Just why. Why help him when he was the cause of her being trapped here. The answer really lied with what happened after it. He took responsible for it, offering her room and board when really he shouldn’t, she had asked the Nu mou, trying to figure out how much she owed when he mentioned Dieter was paying for it. That… didn’t sit well with her. The girl prided herself for her independence and her reluctance to asking for help when she knew she needed it. That’s exactly what Ryan’s been trying to beat out of her. He hadn’t succeeded yet that was certain. The girl mused, giving up any attempts for sleep to take over as she propped herself up on her shoulders. Letting her bed covers slid off from her tiny frame as she sat up. Dressed in a loose sleeveless camise. The top half snuggly covering her chest area the same way a tube top would before the rest of the fabric loosely flowed on the bottom half of the tunic. To match it all up was a pair of shorts the hem having small frills stitched at the ends.
It wasn’t much in terms of nightclothes but when it came to trying to sleep in Limsa’s climate she found it a necessity rather than submit herself to the normal sleeping tunics most tend to wear back home. It was the only pair of sleeping clothes she had on her…. Soo rather than sleep in her armor or her other clothes she just opted to use it.
A knock sounded from the door, rousing her out of her reverie. Blood red eyes glinted the darkness soon found themselves moving to the door. A few more knocks before she dared lift her body of the comforts of the bed. ”Who could that be this late?” She thought. Half distracted. A curious glance fell over her roommate’s sleeping form. Thank god it didn’t woke her up. She really didn’t want to get into an argument with her. If you call her being the one screaming half the time. But technicalities. Rising out of her bed the girl softly padded her way towards the door, her hand lightly turning the knob as the hinges gave a long suffering moan as she pushed it open, peering outside to see the same guy he had just dropped the note to half an hour prior. Or was it an hour ago? Covering her mouth to dull out a yawn she stared at him with the same disinterest façade he grew used to. “Yes?....”
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 5, 2018 8:00:15 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| Dieter’s beloved blade and its’ delipidated state of disrepair had earned him more than a few Blacksmith’s ire, especially when he’d brought it to them – often times seeking minute repairs. However, many just stood there aghast, horrified by the rust-coated blade that he’d presented them. No matter how they’d pressed, he’d refused to part with the blade, nor did he seem open to the idea of purchasing one of their blades – no matter how masterfully crafted they were. In his eyes, those blades, they paled in comparison to the immense value of his own. Why, one might have asked. That blade had bene one of the last remaining gifts that Belias had bestowed to him, the other was the glyph that pulsated rhythmically on the back of his right hand.
Belias had painstakingly smelted the fragmented shards of countless other blades. Why would anyone forge a blade from the remnants of a shattered blade? It simply didn’t make sense, especially if one considered the laws of metallurgy. They’d been disregarded, tossed to the wayward as this wasn’t meant to be a beautiful blade. No, it was meant to be a testament to the Scion’s Dark Templar – each fragment was provided by one of the countless and archaeodaemon he’d slain. Hell, if one bothered to inspect the hilt carefully beneath its’ binding, they’d discover that it wasn’t wood, nor metal, no, it was worn bone. What manner of beast had it come from though? He couldn’t truthfully recall.
It was inevitable wasn’t it? One day it was destined to shatter, I dreamed it would be on a grand battlefield , The Dark Knight mused to himself, envisioning his sword’s demise being linked to his own. He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Ivonne’s door creaking open. His eyes snapped forward, immediately jerking away from Ivonne once they’d settled on her for a few seconds. He hadn’t expected the sociopathic Dark Knight to wear something so revealing, despite it being fairly normal sleepwear. Truthfully, DIeter didn’t really need to even glance in Ivonne’s direction to know with certainty what her expression was. It never truly changed, it was almost always devoid of any semblance of emotion – with the exceptions of disinterest, rage, or surprise.
“ I got your letter, do you truly think you can reforge my blade?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2018 0:23:37 GMT -5
[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained. Horror was putting it too plainly. Like downplaying the after effects a chimaera stomping around a city square and ignoring the due damage as nothing more than a few rubble misplaced. His sword… dare she called it that was an epitome of what happens should someone fuck with the logic known as metallurgy. A miracle in own right that it lasted its way out of its first battle without crumbling into chucks of metal the second it clashes with another blade. It was a mystery Ivy felt she needed more sanity before she faced it.
Sanity she didn’t have in her right now. The rest of it was trying to keep her from imploding at her situation which… she was slowly accepting not that she voiced it out, or showed it out of her poker faced expression that never seem to leave the girl’s face. To the others the girl only had a few set of expressions, doll like emotionless mask akin to a damn wall. Or the annoyed expressions which normally presented itself to Cassialyn or… the other more awkward discomfort when the damned woman threw her straight into a thicket of children. Not the small ones around five summers old… worse,
The dancer had the gall to toss her to deal with people her age. Teenagers people just nearly their way out from childhood and into the more responsible phase of a young adult. Ivy…did not do well with people her age. She never even had to deal with them much! During her childhood she was surrounded by adults if none at all as Fray rarely stayed in one place enough for her to wander off. Not that she dared do so… every attempt the man did to try and get her to play with children as a child were meet with disaster or failure, so he stopped. And she was content to just stay either around him or Sid. And the grumpy Au ra never bothered kicking her off to play either. Less trouble to have to look for her.
So… needless to say, she was like a fish out of water. It was an experience she would kill the first person who blabbed it out to her fellow dark knight. She really… didn’t need anymore laughter coming her way at her expense. A silent brow rose, watching the man’s rapid reaction when his eyes caught her before he averted it? Confusion settled in before a voice calmly explained to the confused girl as to why the guy looked slightly if not, discomforted. Was it something on her face? Or he hasn’t seen someone walk out in her sleep wear before. Apparently it was the second, oh great… How unfortunate the girl infront of him doesn’t know the term shame when it comes to her state of dress. The eyebrow remained chucked up high when he started speaking. So he found the note, she mused half amused by how quick he found it when she thought he was asleep and the other half annoyed that the bastard hadn’t waited till morning.
Oh well what’s done was done. Tilting her head slightly to the side she glanced directly to the box in his hand. It didn’t take much for her to figure out where the pieces were before she settled on a few words as an answer. “It’s not the question of ‘can’ its how much of it is salvageable.” She intoned, her soft voice finally making itself known as she sent him a minor glare, the blacksmith in her eyeing him in annoyance. It wanted nothing more than to throttle the man infront of her for bastarding her chosen specialist but withheld from it. Ivonne was still willing to help no matter how daunting the task infront of her was. “Seeing as how you practically tossed away the notion of maintenance and by weekly repairs on it… I would…seriously be tempted to toss you straight into a forge for that abuse to a blade.” A vein slightly pulsed on her forehead, scolding the man infront of her despite the lone fact he was a senior dark knight. A person with a lot more experience than she’ll ever have not to mention… doesn’t it look funny to see a child scolding someone whos clearly a few years her senior? The irony was lost to her. “But…” She said with a sigh only pausing to finally calm herself. “I can take a look… You’re damn lucky the person you’re talking to is a blacksmith specialist….”
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 10, 2018 2:54:26 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| Is she appraising the remnant fragment? Perhaps, she is attempting to discern which of the pieces are potentially salvageable The disheartened knight speculated, unable to discern Ivonne’s true intentions due to her stoic, disinterested expression – gauging her reactions was neigh impossible. Even before she’d spoken, Dieter wasn’t naïve or ignorant enough to believe that the entirety of his blade could be reconditioned. When he’d inspected it himself, he’d noticed the extensive of the damage caused by the lulls of time, its’ varying stages of corrosion and lastly the accumulation of rust. Regardless, his insight on the matter extended well beyond what he could see at a glance, no, Dieter had felt the miniscule ridges created by the errors in metallurgy – Belias’ talents were tied to the arcana not crafting weapons. Despite knowing this, Dieter still was saddened by the fact a portion of Belias’ gift would be lost – regardless if Ivonne could mend the dilapidated blade.
“How much would you estimate is salvageable?”
Dieter pressed, his lackluster verdant eyes lingering upon Ivonne as he’d awaited her answer – one that he simultaneously anticipated and dreaded. In spite of Ivonne’s soft child-like voice, her distain was evident in the glare she’d directed at him. Ivonne cited its’ poor condition before she’d attributed it to his lack of maintenance and repairs. It wasn’t that he’d neglected it entirely, no, prior to his crystalline stasis he’d doted on the blade. While it was true the Archdaemon remained unchanged, the same could not have been said for his precious blade – time had ravaged it beyond feasible repair. Still, he’d tried his best to maintain it, to prevent it from degrading further. A part of him knew his efforts were for naught, the edges of his blade had begun to chip since he’d joined Helios’ Ambitions ranks. He’d just never quite expected it to up and shatter like that.
“ The Blacksmiths were reluctant to even handle it, the process in which it was forged was foreign to them.” Dieter retorted, despite their reluctance, Dieter knew he couldn’t fault them – the blade had been forged from metals they didn’t recognize and by an unprecedented method. He couldn’t help but chuckle at Ivonne’s threat to toss him into the heart of forge, if only she’d grasped the mastery he had over Fire Magick – a forge paled in comparison to his hottest amaranthine flames.
“He would be pleased to hear that, he’d forged the blade as a symbol of my allegiance to him.”
The Dark Knight admitted cryptically, his eyes drifting to the glyph that pulsated gently on the back of his right hand.
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[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained. To be truthful, to spew out half truths with half of them useless jumbled crap he would be hard pressed to decipher or crush any sort of hope he still had in hidden somewhere in there that his sword would be returned to him in one piece. That was a funny, she snorted, mentally holding back the temptation to toss a few sarcastic remarks after she heard his query. He was pressing it, trying to ascertain if she could actually fix the lump of metal the metallurgy gods clearly forsaken. It was… an epitome of a bastardation of her profession. It fucked with the laws of metallurgy. You do not fuck with those precious few laws. It’s just not done! Clearly she was in the wrong.
It had been done, she was looking at the proof of what people in her profession called. A metal disaster, she wasn’t surprise hearing his latest comment on the other blacksmith he approached showing them their ire at him presenting this… mess towards them. Heck she was sure this is the blade that would render even Gerolt stone cold drunk just to forget he ever saw something so… horrifying. She was being dramatic wasn’t she? Ivonne was merely being truthful. Blunt truthful, still truthful none the less. She had already offered to help him knowing full well what kind of a challenge… a mindboggling one to test the limits of her own sanity, she’s already tossing to herself by giving him that offer. She cant back out of it now, even she held her reservations she’d be able to fully fix it…
’Where’s that drunk blacksmith when you damn need him?... She thought, musing out half amused by the thought of the man’s reactions if he ever saw Dieter’s blade. Which… might be in the near future. The near future Dieter would have to face the man’s direct ire. It’s not something she’s willing to put someone through… but Dieter’s a special case she’s willing to overlook. He might forgive her when he gets his own anima? Oh who was she kidding, she really didn’t give a damn if he does get over his irritation. He’ll have to suck it up if he wanted his sword to be repaired.
“Fifty percent….” She went for the blunt truth, tentatively picking up one of the shards with her unprotected hand, a few of the jagged edges nicked her skin which she only clicked her tongue in mild annoyance as the broken sharp pieces cut through her skin. The rough patches where bits of lumped up metal that refused to merge with the steel showed on the surface, turning her frown straight into a scowl. “See here…?” She said, ignoring the rusted portions of the blade. “See the lumps of green or miscolored metal? It’s a sign that metal didn’t merge well… some metals aren’t compatible with others… your blade is a clear conundrum of every law metallurgy has. Very important laws that affects the finish product. Think of it like oil and water, completely impossible to mix…. The metal would have to be purged to even have anything to work with or…for me to have an exact estimation on how much of it I can save…. Then there’s the question of forging a new host to put it into…”
She mumbled… half the rest of her sentence she mumbled to herself, bits of jargon that might sound confusing to someone who hasn’t touched the art of smithing. “Unless… I soak it in Alembry…to help purify it… that might increase the amount of what I can salvage from it…” What the hell was she talking about? Just an elixir most well known to most smiths back in her homeland. Well known as equally as expensive if not costing around an arm and a leg in price. Alembry was a potion notorious for being hard to come by as it was both hard to make and the materials needed for it doesn’t exactly grow on trees unless there was an allagan ruin around here…. But smiths swear by the stuff, it was…mostly considered as a last resort to them. "....Any allagan ruins in the near?"
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 13, 2018 4:02:09 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| Dieter’s brows furrowed, his disappointment evident upon his features when Ivonne presented her estimate, a measly fifty percent – half of Belias’ gift and his own legacy was expected to be lost in the restoration. For a brief instance, one could hear the wooden chest protest as his grip tightened. None the less, he’d remained motionless as Ivonne reached her bare hand into the chest, haphazardly rummaging through its’ content. Such reckless behavior, he’d grown accustom to and expected from his fellow Dark Knight. It’d become apparent in the brief time they’d spent in one another’s company that their ideals differed – despite having trekked similar paths. An audible sigh slipped from between his lips in response to Ivonne’s annoyed click of her tongue. No doubt, she’d injured herself again.
After she’d found a particular piece, she’d extracted it from within the chest. Not only did it show case the faulty craftsman ship of his blade, it’d also served to present him the opportunity to inspect the damage she’d done to herself. Fortunately, Ivonnes’ injuries weren’t severe, if anything the worst was a handful of shallow cuts, the rest were nothing more than pinpricks. He remained silent as Ivonne’s frown deepened further, her frown transforming into a scowl. His attention turned from her expression to the particular portion of the metal she’d gestured to. She’d taken it upon herself to educate her fellow Dark Knight about the abysmal state of his blade.
“I suppose this is what happens when a Sage forges a Blade.”
Dieter replied as he’d studied the hunks of green within his blade. So, that abnormal coloration stemmed from the fact that it hadn’t melded properly with the other metals. Ivonne briefly touched upon how a handful of metals were compatible with one another, tacking on that his blade defied every known metallurgy. Evidently, Ivonne had sensed that Dieter understood what she meant on a rudimentary level, he’d never quite bothered to delve quite this deep into swordsmanship.
“Forging a new host to put it into, did you mean the Soul Crystal?”
Dieter asked in an effort to clarify her intentions. However, before she’d bothered to respond, Ivonne had already begun to brainstorm ways that she could salvage more of his precious blade. She’d mentioned something called “Alembry”, a concoction that he’d never heard of.
“What is Alembry and Allagan Ruins?”
Dieter questioned, he was no doubt familiar with ruins, but not that particular brand.
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[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained. A measly fifty percent she wasn’t so sure of yet. It was at best the very basic of estimations. A rough draft to a sketch she has yet to begin with. Without dousing it first in Alembry she was sure just HOW much of it she can salvage. It could be more or less, though she’s looking at the more part once she gets her hands on the tonic. Getting her hands on it though, is another entity entirely. Not only was it a pain to brew but the materials… Allagan catalyst grounded finely into dust… she cringed.
CRINGED. The girl actually physically cringed from the very idea of how she has to obtain said ingredient. What’s worse… was Dieter’s response to her simple question of where the nearest allagan ruin was.
He didn’t know what an allagan ruin was… this didn’t bode well for his sword. The girl stared at him for a few seconds. At first waiting for the tell tale signs of him fooling around. But the man’s puzzled expressions didn’t change.
Then it dawned on her the man was completely and absolutely serious, Ivonne had hoped there were a few more similarities aside from having the same name for their currency and a town alive but was a ruin back in her home universe. Guess she was wrong… guess this is where the similarities ended aside from the desert climate nearly being the exact copy of both Gyr Abania’s dry climes and Thanalan’s dusty deserts… They were both hot, both annoyingly so. Though… one had to understand this is coming from a girl who spent nearly her entire small life in a frozen tundra such a Coerthas… of course she’ll be complaining when she’s been so used to ice and snow. Abandoning the thought, the girl let out a small sigh at the man’s question. “Well…. This just gotten complicated…” She grumbled softly. Muttering a few soft curses under her tone, a few foreign ones he probably never heard off. Sidd and Ryan….were a veritable treasure trove when it came to different explicitives and their numerous uses. Hanging around near them so often the girl’s bound to pick up a few of their colourful uses. “It’s…. a former ancient civilization back… in Hydaelyn… They were once hailed for being the most technologically advance than all other current civilizations to come after it… so much so that the garlean empire descended from them…Thankfully only half as advance as their ancestors or… let’s just say their current quest to conquer the entire realm would have ended a lot differently…aside from their stupidity in breaking Bahamut’s moon prison…. And causing the disaster known as the calamity….”
She explained briefly, offering him small quick draft of the history back at her home world. “But still… some of their creations even today are still being use… figuring you first manage to pry it from one of their ruins… There’s a substance called ‘Allagan catalyst.’ Its… the prime ingredient to that tonic I told you about… that may be able to save more than fifty percent from your sword…” She finally explained. Though her explaining what Alembry was… was going to take longer than she wished. The damn thing was a miracle worker but hell understanding its uses was just massive headache. Right next to crafting the damn thing.
“And no… leave the crystal alone… if I’m right…we can use it as a cheat later on… It did swallow up all those souls didn’t it?” She queried. Normally there was no shortcuts in crafting animas but…. That much souls should be worth at the very least half of the needed six crystals maybe more considering how large the amount of souls went into that thing.
Still beats going around on a murdering rampage around certain aether rich areas within dravania… She really REALLY hated looking for battlefields within those lands… “Unfortunately for you… as you guess… I don’t have any on hand…” Too much talking… way too much, she missed the days where she could merely ignore a person and just speak when she’s needed to speak. Or use signals… but Dammit her current situation simply didn’t allow her the chance. Reverting back to her old self would… just be counter productive… so for now she was stuck actually using her own voice.
“That…. At around 900,000 a pop well you can guess why I don’t exactly bother.” She was not lying though she could have refrained from telling him just exactly how much it sells for back home… Well consider it as a small part of the child that still has a trolling soul hiding somewhere in there. She honestly just wanted to see his reaction.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 17, 2018 0:18:34 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
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Dieter’s right brow arched upwards, evidently perplexed by Ivonne’s uncharacteristic display of discomfort – the Dark Knight had actually cringed. Somehow, this combined with her audible sigh helped the realization dawn upon him, the prospective outlook for his precious blade was grim. His shoulders visibly sunk as he’d listened to Ivonne’s incessant cursing, although, he couldn’t understand every word muttered – the context made it easy to infer its’ meaning. After she’d reigned in her temper again, Ivonne proceeded to elaborate upon the Allagan. He’d nodded his head periodically, fascinated to hear about how the once technologically advanced civilization on her Homeworld had fallen.
Of course, her explanation left her fellow Dark Knight with more unanswered questions than answered ones. Bahamut’s moon prism, calamity, Garlean Empire . No doubt, a conversation for another time. According to Ivonne, despite their obliteration, some of their creations had survived – albeit they were coveted within their depths of their ruins. For one reason or another, Dieter’s heart sunk further into the pit of his stomach. It didn’t sound like it was going to be an easy task, no doubt those ruins were riddled with eager adventurers or overrun with fiends. Perhaps, it wouldn’t have proved to be nearly as problematic, if Dieter’s primary catalyst for his abilities wasn’t broken shards in a box. “Yes, it did.”
The Dark Knight admitted that she didn’t possess any of the required ingredients. His lips curled downwards into a scowl, evidently dismayed by the shocking price tag attached to the elixir.
“I couldn’t afford that if I withdrew all my savings from the Clan’s bank or did a loan.”
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[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained. At least he didn’t scream. Oh thank the twelve he didn’t loudly proclaim his surprise. Ivonne wasn’t sure she could handle him being so closely similar to Ryan’s personality… Him possessing his… massive lungs as well? Hell no. She has enough stuff wrecking chaos with the small remnants of sanity she has left thank you very much. Anymore and she doubt not even her saintly patience would… survive. She hasn’t snapped yet…
Actually… the girl pulled the thought back. Scratching out a few of the words and replacing them to fit her rewording the unspoken sentence that settled on her mind. Yet… Yet being the keyword. She snapped once, she would rather avoid having to viciously maul another soul again. Blood was a bitch to get out of clothing not that she’s complaining. It was…just a bit of a hassle hiding bodies. Oh… there goes the morbid side of her. Overshadowing her attempts to fix the puzzle known as Dieter’s blade. Every now and again adding its own input via well worded comments reminding of that incident.
Really… who was the real monster here…The girl wondered, the one who’s seeped in dark humour she’s willing enough to joke around eviscerating someone or… the well mannered dark knight who…was a demon once he steps into the battlefield. Another food for thought, she mused at the back of her mind. “Surprising isn’t it?” She quipped. Watching his lips curl into a scowl once the price tag settled on his head. There was a way past it, one would be to know how to make the damn thing and the second would… be to fetch ingredients themselves. Which… was easier said if one of the materials didn’t involve them delving into a ruin… A ruin with creatures all too happy to rip into them. Well… no one ever said crafting unique weaponry was an easy road… As the elders often say, ‘if you want something, you damn work for it.’ He’s about to experience… the two month long hell she had to go through to create Bloodthorn. Maybe that’ll give him some incentive to learn how to maintain his damn blade. She groused underneath her breath. “I can make it… just need the catalyst… I think I have the others somewhere in storage….” She muttered after awhile, mentally doing a headcount on just what she had in there… but she wasn’t so sure. She had to check it personally before she makes any real comment on it.
And if she doesn’t, well she knew well enough where to collect them. “Though still doesn’t solve the problem of how… to get it… Since that would mean taking a trip to Hydaelyn…and didn’t you mention there’s no anchors connecting to it at the moment?...” It wasn’t much of a question more as a statement of the fact they didn’t have a way to get to her homeworld just yet…
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 19, 2018 3:41:39 GMT -5
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An elixir costing an entire Ivalican Noble’s court, it certainly isn’t something to scoff at! The Dark Knight internalized, his thoughts abruptly shifting from their current situation to fanciful musings. Certainly, if he possessed such a cumbersome sum of Gil, his dream of funding a safe haven for those orphaned by Fate’s cruel ministrations. No, if he truly desired, he could provide the with so much more, to include a proper education – things that he’d never had. In response to Ivonne’s quip, The Dark Knight’s lips remained set in a firm scowl. Alas, it was short-lived as his brow inched upwards, his interest piqued as the callused woman before him admitted she was capable of making it.
“Catalyst?”
Dieter repeated, uncertain if it was some sort of magical apparatus or similar to a chemists’ reagent. Before he managed to extract an answer from the Ivonne, she’d already made it a point to point out the glaring flaw with their current plan of actions. What might that be? The fact that as it stood, they had no way to warp to Hydaelyn, specifically because the Moogle didn’t have a tangible anchor. Why couldn’t they just create one? The Magick involved was top-tier Time and Space Magick, its’ secrets passed down from generation to generation. He’d heard the horrors of those who attempted to replicated it and failed – some of them barely resembled hume anymore
“Perhaps, Nils has an update, we can check in the morning… but I haven’t heard anything…”
Dieter replied with a disheartened sigh, carefully hefting the chest snug against his chest before he’d pivoted on his heel, pausing for a moment to regard her once more.
“Thank you Ivonne, this sword is quite precious to me…”
With that being said, Dieter continued his way down the hall and returned to his room.
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