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Chocobos! Who doesn't love those big, yellow feathered chickens with a heart of gold and the funniest little noises. Long legged, thick beaked and quite docile when in their zen, few things shake the hearts of these fearless birds. Well, that is, except for the sound of what might be compared to, say, like a thousand diesel engines having a screaming contest? Indeed, that's a proper way to sum it up. And what a noise it was, thundering through the air and clearly drawing plenty of attention (it was just dawn, after all). To those looking up at the sky, their eyes would befall the unusual sight of what looked like a single industrial trolley cart ripping through a wound in the sky itself, spiraling out of control before falling - wreathed in flames like an angry meteorite - right over the forest's treeline. Thankfully, the chocobo farm we just put into frame here was certainly not mentioned in vain! For the already terrified birds were privvy to being the closest to the blast as trees were flung aside and earth ripped upwards. Within a few moments, it had become fascinatingly clear exactly what had just happened. As a last ditch effort, the trolley had seemingly attempted to deploy twin wings with jet engines. Due to it's trajectory, this only lead it to fall even fasted until it finally struck the ground at breakneck speeds. It cut into the grass and soil, kicking up root and rock before laying at the end of it's trench in several pieces. Surprisingly, it hadn't disintegrated, just come apart as if it was meant to. Of course, the trolley's unfortunate state (And several gummi pieces laying about) was only confounded by the question of the person who was piloting...er...driving...? Whatever the right verb for piloting flying loco-ship is supposed to be - they were clearly not doing it anymore. Indeed, for Oswald, this was yet another plan gone completely wrong. The original idea was to get to one of these funny little worlds he'd heard about. The stories were pretty out there. Fancy young folk with their big weapons, girls who could punch your lights out, angry green guys with sharp knives - the works! If there was anywhere he could hone his skills, that was certainly the place. After all, he couldn't be of much help if he didn't have the proper skills to keep up with the contemporary cast. And he would be damned if he ever let Mickey and his Hickeys ever outdo him. It was friendly competition, after all, he wanted to at least a get some of the glory. Maybe then his sweet-heart might give him a bit of slack for leaving the house to go on another long adventure. Again. Yeesh, she was a saint. Of course, all of this was passing through his mind whilst he ended up hanging upside down from an outstretching and recently stripped branch that now found it's way into his shorts, dangling him with what looked like a large leaver stuck right in his mouth. Despite this, minimal injuries yet again. He was getting real GOOD at landing this thing. He probably would have to name it at some point. Still feeling his heart beating at a million times a minute, Oswald glanced around cautiously, seemingly on the lookout for any local yokels that might've heard the big kaboom. Maybe they might help him get down from there. Or laugh at him. Let's be honest. They usually just laugh at him. FF7 World
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Dec 28, 2017 4:08:00 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| The Dark Knight’s lackluster eyes groggily flitted open, blinking once or twice in confusion as he’d scanned his immediate surroundings for the deafening mechanical whirring that had roused him from his slumber – unaware it wasn’t the Chocobo Rancher’s equipment. What the hell is he doing at this hour , Dieter questioned as he’d rubbed at his eyes. Truthfully, he was half-tempted to roll back over and bundle himself back up within his makeshift bed of hay, if not for the fact the whirring had grown increasingly more prominent with each passing second. No matter how he’d tried, he simply couldn’t block it out and neither could the handful of domesticated birds within the barn – many of which had begun to frantically “Wark.”. Hell, what shocked him the most was that one of the birds had leaned nearly halfway out of its’ stall, digging its oversize beak into his ribcage as it’d tried to nudge him.
He’d sighed to himself as he’d reached out, tenderly running his hands through the bird’s luxurious plumage. His right hand extended out towards one of the nearby post, his fingers curling around the hilt of his over-sized blade. He’d hefted the blade from its’ temporary resting place, nimbly swing it over his shoulder and reseating it within its’ makeshift holster. By the time he’d managed to shove the Barn doors open just enough for him to slip through, he’d noticed the flaming mass in the sky hurtling through the sky. Dieter studied the falling object for a moment, his eyes widened in surprise as he’d realized it wasn’t an airship – no it was a locomotive. He’d seen a handful of them of Eos, albeit they were notably higher end – this one was rather rustic. It was only then that the realization dawned on him, whoever was piloting it clearly had lost control as it’d pitched downwards towards a nearby forest.
He’d glanced at his employer, who nodded his head and gestured to the newfound crash site He’d nodded his head before he took off in that direction. It took Dieter perhaps five minutes of heavy sprinting to make it to the crash site, unsure of what to make of it. Whatever it was, it hadn’t been too heavily damaged, no it’d simply fallen apart in such a way that repairs seemed highly feasible – Dieter was no mechanic though. His right arm remained tucked behind his own hand, his fingers curled around the hilt of his blade as he’d inched closer and closer. He’d paused for moment almost certain that he was being watched, his eyes narrowed as he began to scan his surroundings. It didn’t take horribly long for him the andromorphic rabbit that hung from a nearby tree – held in place by a branch that was stuck in his shorts.
“Are ye alive?!?!”
Dieter shouted at Oswald, uncertain if the man required medical attention – not that he could provide a high degree of it.
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Well, at least this was going to be an interesting story to tell by a campfire. Or at home. Far away from strange forests, maybe with a good drink. He could probably use that right now. Disney Town was far, far away from here, however, so perhaps returning home was a little out of the question. Ah well, that was the life of an intrepid adventurer, right? Exploring new places, inevitably causing glorious amount of property damage, hanging upside down from your pants whilst you eat your own navigational equipment. The works. The moment he realized that a stranger had walked right into the clearing amidst the shattered earth, the rabbit did his best to raise a hand and give it a wave. It certainly wasn’t the most comfy spot, but that would have to change! Indeed, trees couldn’t get in the way of progress. Neither could pants. Managing to spit the lever stick out of his mouth, the rabbit smacked his lips before commenting.
“Wow, that sure tastes like progress.” With that, he swung from side to side for a moment, seemingly trying to get loose. “Hellooooo down there! Don’t mind me, buddy, I’m just sort of hanging around, getting the lay of the land and stuff. You sure have exotic flora. Itchy, too!” He finally got himself loose, sliding right out of his shorts and seemingly falling head first towards the ground, angling at Dieter. Amazingly, he didn’t go splat! No, instead, the rabbit seemed to land right upon his ears! Ears that seemed to stiffen, catch him like a pair of arms and hold his body up, his posture amazingly straight as his shorts seemed to drift down and fit perfectly upon him. Can’t be too rude with strangers, after all! This wasn’t a pantsless world. He’d been to one of those. He lived in one of those. But a world of funny animals with no pants yet a tendency to wear very over the top shirts? Please. Maybe the day a rabbit and a fox become cops.
“I hope I wasn’t too much of a bother with my rough landing. Choosing the right re-entry plan was a total boner! Shows what I know about piloting across worlds, hohum.” He walked towards the strange and probably rightly confused man, offering a hand up in greetings for a firm old shake. This would’ve been normal, if he wasn’t walking with his ears and – well – he didn’t have the height advantage. Though, with a little blink, his ears suddenly stretched and raised the rabbit up so that his upper body was now on level with his head, lower body still dangling in the air. That was some acrobatic feat.
“Name’s Oswald! Sorry for smashing your trees, least you’ll have plenty of free toothpicks!” He introduced himself in perhaps the most dissonantly cheerful way possible, almost as if he hadn’t just crash-laded in a way that would threaten most people’s lives. Ah well.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Dec 28, 2017 9:38:30 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 breath hitched in his chest, uncertainty visible upon his features as he’d daringly inched a little closer – never once did his right hand leave the hilt of his blade. At some point, the Archdaemon had forgotten to exhale, subconsciously holding his breathe as he’d crept closer to his yet unresponsive prey. Fortunately, Oswald’s position didn’t let him see that Dieter shirked backwards, rightfully disturbed by the fact Oswald had indeed survived that crash – it just didn’t seem feasible. His face scrunched up in disgust as Oswald’s cheeks bulged a bit as the rabbit worked the lever stick from his mouth, spitting it out. Dieter hesitantly retreated a singular step in avoid being hit by the saliva-moistened shaft. His lips curved upwards a bit at the sound of the Rabbit’s lips as they’d smacked against one another. Still, in spite of his mirthful grin, one could still see the evident look of disbelief and frustration – did this man understand how dangerous these worlds were?
His skin crawled a bit as he’d recalled his fateful encounter with a Midgar Zoom , its’ massive size was matched only by its’ persistence. Oswald’s comedic outburst was met with an unnerving silence, Dieter’s eyes remaining locked on Oswald as he’d attempted to swing himself back and forth to gather enough momentum to free himself. After five seconds of watching him struggle, Dieter’s right bicep flexed as he’d brandished his blade, preparing to cut Oswald down. However, before he could do so, Oswald began yet another lengthy rant, his exuberate attitude ill-fit for the current situation. Once Oswald managed to free himself, he was once again subject to the rules of gravity and began to plummet towards the ground. Dieter’s stormy eyes widened as he’d rushed forward, preparing to catch the man before he’d went splat. But the matter of the fact was, Dieter simply wouldn’t make it in time.
To his surprise, Oswald’s ears extended outwards, stiffening the moment they came in contact with the ground – they’d acted similar to an extra appendage. Dieter’s gaze shifted to the left or right of Oswald, unwilling to make direct eye contact due to the fact the Rabbits’ shorts were still drifting down from the branch. Dieter’s discomfort only grew when Oswald extended his hand, his body contorting in ways that just didn’t quite make sense. He’d remained motionless for a second or two, trying to make sense of it all as he’d daringly extended his left hand – only to firmly grasp Oswald’s offered hand for a fraction of a second.
“Ye are a pilot… how did you get a train to fly or rather crash? It must be magicite no?” Dieter inquired prior to Oswald introducing himself and apologizing for the damage done to the forest.
“How are you alive Oswald? that crash… if that were an airship… there would have been no survivors.”
Dieter had yet to introduce himself either, however his name seemed trivial considering the current circumstances.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 10:51:58 GMT -5
Oh boy! Well, this IS what happens when you just appear before people and decide to make your presence known. Especially if they aren’t used to anyone else even vaguely resembling you. Greaaaaat, this whole ‘meeting people from another world’ thing was starting to feel a lot more complicated again. He started to see exactly why he’d always keep his distance in the past. Observing them was always just that little bit less complicated.
Still, Oswald was nothing if not accepting and tolerant. He totally understood why a random stranger from another world would find him funny and did his best to continue appearing as pleasant and upbeat as possible. That was a surefire way to work yourself into somebody’s heart. Still, giving the man’s hand a good shake revealed that Oswald’s hand was particularly hot. Not yowch hot but warm enough to make it clear he’d been touching something that was exceedingly hot. Then again, the amount of heat he was radiating made it clear that he was at the heart of that explosion. Yet despite the fact he looked a bit sooty and scuffed up, there wasn’t much in the way of signs.
“Pilot’s the best way to put it! But, uh, I try not to make the thing take off too often, I just like the spontaneous shifting – waaay easier than flying out between worlds and having to force a landing, it’s usually real tricky if there aren’t any trolley tracks to land on. Donno what that magi-site is supposed to be but I’m guessing by the sound of that it’s some sort of magical substance you guys use for…planes? Wow, I must have hit the jackpot for worlds to travel to.” He rubbed his hands together, strolling out to the stranger’s side whilst he looked out into the distance, smiling to himself as he suddenly lifted his head up, nose almost bulging out as he sniffed into the air.
“Woo, smells like chocobo out here! Oh, your world have those big guys? I keep finding a whole lotta ‘em and I think it’s just my luck.” Ahh, the immortal question. One he was expecting at this point, but it certainly wasn’t unwelcome. “Well, see, I’m not called Oswald the Lucky Rabbit for nothin’! See, I help people out - you do that, you’ll be a lucky guy yourself. Make sense?” Oswald’s smug, overbearing look completely seemed to gloss over what a total and utter disregard he was showing for the concept of basic common sense.
“Look, buddy, let’s just say I’m made outta stronger stuff than you think. Kinda helps with what I do. Besides, it’s not like my ears are gonna fall off!” He happily flaps them, almost lifting of the air for a moment before he adjusts his shorts a little, making sure he properly packed away his remote. “Still, hope I didn’t make ya run too far Mister…? Ooh, shoot, I hope I didn’t break any laws. I’m real careful after having to spend a day behind bars for that crash on Galbadia…If it's any consolation, my wife makes great pie! Best thing for apologies.”
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Dec 28, 2017 20:14:54 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 lackluster eyes narrowed as he’d felt the heat radiating from Oswald’s hand, it wasn’t scalding but it’d raised the question – how had Oswald not been burnt? His curiosity only intensified as he’d withdrew his hand, noting the presence of the thick soot that now marred his alabaster hand. He casually proceeded to reach for one of the half-destroyed trees, making use of its’ rough bark to scrape off what little of the soot he could. His attention returned to Oswald, his eyes drifting purposefully up and down the length of his body. Fortunately, Oswald didn’t seem to have suffered any major injuries, although he was a bit scuffed up. If this man, rabbit, thing was a pilot, he’d made a mental note to not board any vessel he was responsible for – he still had much to do before he was willing to meet with his Maker. He doubted Oswald would ever be capable of passing an Ivalican Pilot examination, not without extensive remediation and heavy supervision. When he’d mentioned the spontaneous shifting, it’d reminded him of the Heartless’ portals and the Moogle’s warp pad set ups – neither of which felt particularly pleasant. His face blanched as he’d recalled the first time he’d warped around Rabanastre, it’d felt like his stomach flew up into his throat and then decided it wanted to switch places with his heart. Oswald expressed the difficulty of landing given there hadnt’ been any nearby tram tracks. If he’d recalled both the upper Sectors and Mount Corel both had tracks of some sort – although both were in various states of disrepair from what he’d gathered. Oswald was also clueless about Magicite, though it shouldn’t serve as a surprise as he’d only known Ivalice to possess the resource – its’ uses varied and widespread. Dieter’s head craned to the left when Oswald mentioned a plain, it wasn’t something he was familiar with – though he’d determined its’ function was similar to that of an airship. Dieter was unfortunately about to be the bearer of bad news, crushing Oswald’s excitable outburst. “No, my world, Ivalice has Magicite… Gaia from what I’ve gathered does not…” He’d admitted softly. His eyes widened in surprise as Oswald’s nose began to twist and contort as he’d sniffed the air. This creature was indeed an oddity – that was coming from a thousand-year-old daemon. He’d nodded his head, he’d discerned that Chocobo and Moogle were a staple existence, minus a handful of worlds that he’d traveled to – their roles in each one varied immensely though. Finally, Oswald introduced himself as Oswald, he’d paid little mind to the presumptuous title – though he’d had to admit to escape that crash unscathed had required nothing sort of a miracle. His rudimentary outlook made sense on a fundamental level, though Dieter’s outlook involved a payout of sorts – a good mercenary rarely did charity cases. He was an exception though, he’d sacrificed his precious time and hard-earned money to give the Orphans of Low Town opportunities. He’d watched as Oswald’s ears flapped excitably, generating enough upward momentum to lift him off the ground. He’d once more adverted his gaze as Oswald adjusted his shorts, packing away his remote. Dieter hadn’t run too terribly far, he could still see the Chocobo Farm in the distance, he also could see the area infested with the Midgar Zoom. He’d chuckled to himself as he’d shook his head. This man didn’t understand that Gaia was for the most part lawless – the exception were the major towns which had some form of security to enforce their laws. “No, I don’t think you have… most of this land is lawless, unowned by anyone…” (tagged)⏤ @oswald (notes)⏤ N/A
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You'll be lucky too! Oh, wow, this guy was really getting antsy. Why was this always the reaction to meeting someone from his world? Perhaps logic just didn’t carry over between worlds! Heck, by all means, changing between worlds should’ve changed the way his luck worked. He should have been hurt. Logically , coming to a world like this, he should be more vulnerable to injury. But he wasn’t. His luck was impeccable wherever he went! Like reality simply wanted to caress him in a big old blanket of good vibes. Of course, this wasn’t completely true. He wouldn’t have crashed if that was the case. Perhaps it goes both ways. Still, Oswald found himself facing down a very cautious man who just introduced him to the fact that – well – he wasn’t from around there either! Now that was just odd.
“Ooooh, are you a fellow world traveller? Ivalice…is that the place with waaaay too many deserts and really droopy-eared folk? If so, that’s just a weird one. But, hey, they’ve got nice cities.” Oswald was quick to find the good in all that, grinning ever so widely as he scrambled aside briefly, picking up a square block of his trolley and gazing down at the gummi part. Oh, wow, this was gonna take a while to get back together.
“Geeze, look at this! I’m gonna have to bring out the big guns if I’m gonna put all this together. And with no sources of magic nearby? Mmm, I’ll have to do it the hard way. Which is gonna need a whole lotta elbow grease and glue.” Oswald had already started making his way back to the ship as he set the part down alongside the wreck that was his trolley, looking more than a little unimpressed by the look of things.
“Lawless?” Oswald’s ears flopped upwards, a little smirk crossing his lips. “Seriously?! Wow! Just my luck! Good thing I brought my cowboy outfit, this place is must be a regular Wild Wild West! Probably without the saloons, though. Didn’t see any of those on the way down. You some sort of cowboy, mister? I mean – don’t get me wrong. You’ve got a rustic smell on you and all…but I don’t think you work on a cattle ranch.” He leaned aside, winking to Dieter and swinging his arms aside in a rather over-the-top gesture. “More like a chicken coop.”
And with that little verbal blitz, he started making his way towards the Chocobo Farm in the distance, seemingly completely ignorant about the fact he was completely out of place and very likely to attract the worst kind of attention.
“So, is that your place? Got any glue to spare for a chum? I mean, if you point me in the right direction I could go get it myself, I’ve really been needing the stuff – especially since my arm’s a little on the loose side lately.” Ahh, if there was ever a thing glue didn’t solve. He seemed to find it exceptionally useful. But as he found himself gazing up at the oddly peaceful world around him, a slight sting of trepidation had met him rather quickly.
There was something unpleasant about this place – but Oswald couldn’t put his finger on it. It brought a hand to his chin, stroking curiously as he went along, almost bouncing from step to step yet somehow balancing this cheerful act with a look of utter uncertainty. One would have to feel sorry for poor Dieter and the level of odd he was forced to deal with. Not that getting rid of the rabbit seemed very difficult. The guy was about as scatterbrained as they come – at least that’s what he seemed to be.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Dec 31, 2017 4:47:23 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| Dieter replied to Oswald’s first inquiry with a curt nod of his head, his lips curving upwards into a mirthful grin as Oswald described either a disappointed Viera or a Nu Mou – the latter was more probable he supposed. Before he could respond to Oswald’s remark about their cities being nice, Oswald darted past him and picked up a square-shaped block. He’d noticed Oswald’s momentarily downtrodden expression, uncertain of what to make of his predicament – Dieter knew nothing of Gummi Ship. His right hand drifted from the hilt of his blade to his left elbow, draping itself across his chest to do so. He remained silent as he’d inched a bit closer, intrigued by Oswald’s newest tangent. So, Oswald required a source of Magic to do the brunt of his repairs? Truthfully, he doubted the pitiful about of mystic energy that circled through him would ever be able to put a dent in Oswald’s workload – not to mention he only had an affinity for fire and darkness.
“You require Magic? Does it have to be a specific kind?”
Dieter interjected into the conversation, uncertain if he’d be of any use to Oswald’s plight. Perhaps, what he’d asked simply hadn’t registered as Oswald busied himself with setting another piece down beside the wreckage. However, Oswald had definitely heard the word, Lawless, his ears perking up and a mischievous grin contorting his features. What Oswald proceeded to describe reminded him of a handful of outlying cities, scarcely populated behind the bare necessities of an adventurer – on Ivalice this was the brooding ground of the unsavory. Dieter shook his head when Oswald asked if he was some sort of inquiry, his facial muscles visibly tightening in response to Oswald’s remark about his smell – Chocobo wasn’t quite the cleanliest of animals. Still, Oswald’s playful wind and over the top flailing of his arms suggested that it’d been a joke. Still, Dieter turned around for a moment to bring his robes up to his nose and sniff them. His face blanched, Oswald had a point, he definitely smelt a little gamey.
“No, that Ranch belongs to someone else, I am just staying in the Barn until my mission is complete...... the monsters and bandits were causing him some trouble.”
He admitted with a disheartened sigh, one that suggested that this mission was proving to be a bit more daunting than he’d realized – the number of bandits he’d defeated wasn’t anything to shirk at. He’d managed to locate their encampment, it was built up in one of the nearby hills, although their sheer magnitude dissuaded him from launching a full-out frontal assault – just his presence dissuaded them from attacking the Ranch for the time being. Dieter didn’t possess any glue, he doubted his employer did either. When he’d mentioned his arm being loose, Dieter sighted and deftly reached out to grasp Oswald’s uninjured side and halt his advances. Dieter’s other hand drifted to his blade where it’d rested for the time being.
“Hold still for a moment. Oh ye spirit residing within my blade, I call upon our sworn contract, bless me with thy soothing rain – Murasame”
Once he’d finished his incantation, Dieter’s sword began to pulsate a series of orange, pink, and yellow. The light trapped within it exploded outwards first and then it traversed upwards, once it’d loomed overhead for a fraction of a second it began to rain down. Surprisingly enough, the energy that rained down on them would serve two purposes, it would reinvigorate both of them and its’ moist properties would also wash away the soot that clung to Oswald’s body. Once his craft was finished, Dieter release Oswald, eying him apprehensively for a moment.
“Does your arm feel any better?”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2017 5:48:41 GMT -5
You'll be lucky too! There was something about this guy. He was knowing, sure, but he also kinda struck Oswald as a bit tense. Was he upset about something? Maybe a little confused? He seemed to strike a cord with him when he talked about Ivalice. Hey! This guy must’ve missed his home. It was a pretty cool place, even if – at first glance – Gaia seemed to be a bit of a curiosity! Still, Oswald busied himself with approaching the Chocobo farm. That was, until he realized that this guy wasn’t actually a resident. Oh boy! That meant another person to woo over! Whelp, friendships were made over less. Unless the guy’s a jerk. Theeen he’ll have to improvise. “Mission, huh? I mean, with that sharp hunka pain you’ve got, I don’t think you’re the local farmer’s boy! Nasty stuff like that? Out in a place like this? And – don’t get me wrong, buddy – you kinda give off a vibe I’m familiar with…So, yeah. You’re weird.” Oswald then proceeded to bounce upon his rump, using his ears to hoist himself up as he commented once more. “But, the good kinda weird! Like roast turkey and sour cream pie!” He stood back up onto his feet, turning to approach the guy. “Hey, hey! Keep a stiff upper lip, buddy! You look like the kinda guy who can fend for himself. A man shouldn’t just give up on a whim, there’s always some new way to do stuff. Besides, if those monsters and bandits are giving ya trouble, well, I can help beat ‘em up.” Reaching into his pocket, he activated his remote after pulling it out, summoning forth his massive wrench right in front of him, snatching it as soon as it appeared and twirling it about like it was weightless. He put the remote away. “It was the grasp at his uninjured part made Oswald freeze in place, blinking curiously. The guy didn’t seem violent or malicious, so he kinda guessed this was gonna be a good thing! And it was! The healing rain did wonders for Oswald, leaving him nice and clean as well as free of most injuries. With a surprised glance at himself, he gave his fluffy little tail a wriggle as he looked pleased as punch. “Wow! Don’t show that to my wife, it’d be her dream come true. She'd use it on me daily.” He chuckled happily, seemingly feeling a lot better now that he wasn’t all sooty. With that, he would give the man a playful salute, as one would give a soldier. “I mean, if ya ever need a pick me up right back – I have my own little trick that’s like that…maybe sans the whole talking to your sword thing. But – uh – I think I’d rather save that bit of magic for when we really need it. It can be a bit…” He trailed off, patting his chest as if to quell an urge. “Bright.” With that, he testingly gave his arm swing, raising and lowering his upper arm as he tested his elbow. “Swell as can be! It didn’t fall off either! Thanks, buddy!” He raised his wrench now that his arm didn’t hurt much. “Well, I guess that I SHOULD give this place a little spring cleaning, especially since I left many of the locals a little worse for wear…” He threw his…tool? Weapon? Wrench , down to the ground. Following this, Oswald would levitate gently above the ground, his chest brimming with an intense glow as he beamed brightly. “And besides! I want everywhere I go to be a better place once I leave! That’s how you create your own happy place. Then everyone’ll see what it means to be – one lucky bunny!”
Of course he struck a pose. Raising his index finger skywards, he held his head high as his heart seemed to project itself from within, releasing a cascade of brilliant white light across the area, shining far and wide as the healing energies rolled out of his body, coating the area with an intensely euphoric sensation of safety and wellbeing, growing stronger as time passed. First, the smallest creatures in the area would have their wounds start healing and their woes fade. Over time, it would begin to effect the trees too, to a lesser extent…shame it can’t effect soil, though. Tag: Dieter WolframSpell used - Happiest Place On Earth (5 turns, one use per thread.)
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Dec 31, 2017 6:37:32 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
| Oswald’s initial confusion at the mention of his current mission perplexed him for a moment. Did he already forget that I mentioned I am a Mark Hunter? , Dieter pondered, the realization dawning on him that he’d never bothered to introduce himself – where had his manners gone? A faint chuckle slipped from between his lips as Oswald reference his blade, his description surprisingly accurate albeit a bit outlandish. Oswald had just arrived, so it made sense that he didn’t understand that they weren’t tooterribly far away from the Midgar Slums – a place that was brimming with the less fortunate and shadier characters. More than likely, those same bandits he was hunting had abandoned the slums in favor of more lucrative targets – perhaps a Solider Convoy or travelers such as themselves. Dieter’s brows arched upwards, hope once more residing within his heart when he heard Oswald mention a familiar vibe – was it possible he’d encountered Lord Belias. “Ye mentioned a familiar vibe, was it a man who commanded fire?” He’d inquired, uncertain if this could be another potential lead him to either Lord Belias or his previous host Wiegraff Folles – either of which would be a Godsend. Dieter almost scoffed at Oswald’s remark about him being capable of fending for himself. If only this rabbit understood the tribulations he’d endured ever since he’d awakened from the crystalline slumber his parents had committed him to. No, a part of him doubted that Oswald was capable of understanding what it meant to be raised in the midst of an endless bloodbath. Such a thought was dismissed as Oswald reached into his pocket to retrieve a remote. Dieter was momentarily taken back by the sudden appearance of Oswald’s wrench. What manner of sorcery was that? That’d be convienant for lugging my sword around and getting it past guards. Dieter mused to himself, not bothering to voice his thoughts. “I never bothered to introduce myself, did I? My name is Dieter, I am a Mark Hunter” He’d said amidst the curative rain he’d created. He’d watched as soot ran off Oswald and treated most of his minor injuries. Oswald’s request was easily fulfilled, he’d doubted that his wife possessed the aptitude to make a connect with a blade – not to undermine her but it had taken him centuries. Oswald mentioned that he possessed a similar craft. It didn’t come as a surprise, even within Ivalice there were countless variations of a White Mage’s Cure. Dieter’s eyes widened in surprise as Oswald through his wrench to the ground, his body began to levitate. Dieter’s hand drifted to cover his eyes as the light intensified. He couldn’t make out Oswald’s silhouette as he’d struck a pose, but he could feel the ambient temperature increase. A low growl echoed out from behind Dieter, prompting him to turn around to see three Kalm Fang . They’d been emboldened after their injuries were treated and now it seemed they were hungry. A sigh escaped from his lips as he’d surged forward, his blade arcing out, clipping the flank of one of the beasts as it’d tried to lunge by. The remaining two surged past and were trying to get at Oswald.
"Oswald we have company."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2018 9:18:42 GMT -5
You'll be lucky too! Company? He loved company! Of course, this wasn’t the company he’d actually enjoy. No. Oswald TOTALLY would have loved to act ignorant to the whole situation. Pretend that he’d never found a mean creature in his entire life…or encountered some bad guy who wanted to do him in. But, there was the truth of it. The engineer was used to random encounters…in fact, he was excelling at dealing with them. This? This was something he could stand to deal with. In fact, Oswald may have neglected to mention this to Deiter, buuuuut he was out and about on his little adventure spree in order to train himself in combat and fight the darkness. But a buncha growling mongrels would have to do for now.
A shame , too! He wanted to quip about Dieter’s name and his job as a Mark Hunter, throwing a few odd comments out about how there was a Market for Marks these days, maybe confirming that, yes, he has met a man who controlled fire! A few of them, really…and then of course, his spell had to be cut off, especially considering that it’d caused such a stir amongst the local wildlife…what unpleasant hearts did these creatures have?! Most animals were soothed and calmed in the light of that particular bit of magic! Only the foulest creatures were typically bothered. Whelp! Can’t abide for bad dogs, now, could you?
“Hoho! That so? Guess these puppies need to go.” Oswald soon levitated down to the ground, taking a firm hold of his wrench – even twirling it around like it was a foam baton – and watching as two of them strode right towards him. Seeing as they hadn’t attacked, he was taking advantage of the opportunity to strike first! Whilst he held that weapon out in the open for them to see, he refused to attack with it! He actually leapt out towards them, his ears trailing behind him – arching around only to harden into twin gloved fists that hardened into an iron grip, suddenly aiming to strike the Kalm Fangs right in the face with his full momentum. The strike would most likely hit them square in the face, sending them flying backwards towards a nearby tree, leaving Oswald standing there with a wrench pressed against the ground, eyes wide and a happy grin upon his features whilst his now fist-tipped ears were putting up their doops and readying themselves for one heck of a rumble. Unless he knocked those things out already!
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 28, 2018 5:48:49 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| Without any further exchanges between the two, Dieter’s expression darkened as the Kalm Fang lunged in an effort to overpower him. A well-practiced roll of his wrist signaled the Dark Knight’s switch from the offensive to defensive, precariously angling his blade diagonally across his torso. An audible grunt slipped from between Dieter’s lips as the Kalm’s full weight bore down upon him. Before Dieter could rebuke its’ charge fully, its’ gnashing maw emerged from around his blade. Its’ intention was to buries its fangs deep into his forearm or wrist, an effective strategy that could render one of his arms potentially useless. Dieter retreated backwards a handful of steps, smirking to himself as he felt the Beast’s weight shift uneasily – it wasn’t expecting him to retreat.
Before it could correct itself, Dieter rammed the entirety of his weight into the flat of his blade, the transitioned force knocking the Kalm backwards. The Kalm’s response was a shrill howl as it’d toppled backwards, awkwardly falling on its back. A quick rotation of its’ spine was enough to correct that though, its’ haunches lowering closer to the ground as it’d growled menacing. In that brief reprieve, Dieter daringly glanced over his shoulder to check on Oswald – whom was in the midst of baiting the remainder of the Pack into charging. He felt his jaw muscles grow slack as Oswald’s ears reared up behind him, reshaping themselves into twin-gloved fists. What manner of creature is he? The Dark Knight mused to himself as Oswald’s fists connected with their intended targets.
Regardless of his origin, Dieter was impressed with Oswald’s prowess, especially as the Kalms slammed into the trees with an audible thud – each giving a pained whimper. However, none of the three were down for the count, no they were quite adamant about taking down their prey. Dieter’s head snapped forward just as the Two Kalms charged forward once more, this time branching off and attempting to pincer Oswald in the middle. Dieter’s head whipped around as he heard the final Kalm Fang charging forward, its’ body leaving the ground as it’d leapt for his throat.
“Firaga”
When that singular word slipped from between Dieter’s lips, one could feel the Forest’s ambient temperature spike. A string of perspiration traced down the side of the Dark Knight’s face as a powerful plume of fire exploded from his hand. Those same flames consumed the Kalm Fang almost instantly, its’ remains reduced to nothing but ash in a matter of seconds.
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