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Post by therunawaygirl on May 1, 2021 12:18:46 GMT -5
It definitely paid off. M’Lyn looked away, the smirk only slightly wider than before, knowing she’d won over Kujo in the small bout they’d had. The comment she received to her question brought a chuckle, yet the Miqo’te wasn’t too sure if Jack would’ve been disappointed. The guy had a knack for finding any sort of foreign technology interesting, further driven to investigate it to the point he could replicate it and perfect it.
Wasn’t that the whole point with his “Magitech Core” and what not, back at the ship? The thought was a bit bittersweet, yet M’Lyn hardly let that show, instead keeping the smirk as she glanced towards the man.
”I’m ‘intrigued’ in finding this Master of yours and defeating that bitch, Liz.” The sudden snap in his tone brought her to a point of intrigue, quick to return to a serious demeanor. Of course, she hadn’t forgotten about their goal in Eorzea —find anything that could give them the upper hand against Liz, the reason why their last mission had gone south. The reason Jack was in the state he was, before they left.
The thought she came across before suddenly turned a bit nostalgic. If she had been forced to admit it, she would’ve —even if she wasn’t a fan of the trait, M’Lyn would rather have Jack look around in awe and vigor than down and gloomy.
“If you’re that concerned about the efficiency of the Airships, truly —don’t be” the Miqo’te said, her tone now cold, “I think I’ve explained it before, though —how it would’ve been better if we had attuned to the Aetheryte in Mor Dhona. Yet even I haven’t been there, so even if that had been the case with you, it would’ve been the only option regardless.”
The Miqo’te shoved a strand of hair over her shoulder to the back, looking away before letting out a hefty sigh. Sure enough, Kujo’s scrutiny had turned into open doubt, observing and glaring at the Airship resting on the docks. The scowl was obvious, although whether his mood had soured because of the reminder of their current foe or because of the technology in Eorzea… Well…
Either case seemed likely —both of them being more than plausible.
“Had enough?” she asked after a while, “I still can’t tell how fast time is going here… Given that I don’t have a compass or similar with me… Should we head back? Or is there more you’d like to see?”
Truthfully, M’Lyn wanted to regroup —particularly to hear what Lamont had gone off for. Surely, the fact that Reena wasn’t at the Docks was reassurance enough that she hadn’t been lying. The Viera’s concern was obvious, perhaps knowing the two were pressed on time. Yet whichever the case, the Miqo’te had an underlying motive in figuring out what the Elezen had gone for.
It was her world, after all —one of the few Adventurers that had received a gift from the Mother Crystal herself. If Eorzea was in peril, M’Lyn wasn’t going to leave without acting to its aid.
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Post by hoodwink on May 1, 2021 16:17:27 GMT -5
”If you’re that concerned about the efficiency of the Airships—don’t be.” Finally averting his glare from the large metal hulls reflecting back at him, Kujo shrugged the suspicion and doubt off. If M’Lyn vouched for them, the odd ships must be at least somewhat reliable. The Miqo’te didn’t take needless risks, after all. ”Had enough?” Grimacing at the mention of ‘time’, the stoic man gave his comrade a gruff nod while reaching into his jacket pocket for his vice. It was clear that his mood had soured, though as he lit the cigarette and inhaled, he felt momentary relief from his agitation. "Yeah. Let’s get going.” He wasn’t excited for the night ahead. Being forced to wait until morning to depart was hardly ideal. Unfortunately, there was little they could do, though Kujo had been tempted for a moment to merely take one and be on their way. Similar to ships, though, did these large aircrafts need whole crews to command them? It would be risky, to say the least.
Tch—can’t I catch a break? Sighing out a puff of smoke, Kujo grimaced as he prepared to follow M’Lyn, noting the woman’s mild urgency with a silent raised brow. Whether the Miqo'te was simply antsy for reasons similar to his own, or if there was an underlying reason, he was unsure. What he was sure about was that she had been affected by visiting home more than she was outwardly letting on. Of course, Kujo didn't doubt her attentiveness to their main goal. That being said, they were back in their home world for the first time in years, by the sounds of it. Surely there was another reason M'Lyn seemed eager to regroup and prepare for their upcoming departure, though the stoic man decided against bringing the topic up for now. Knowing how she'd reacted last time, he truthfully thought it a futile gesture. What a pain. That's right, even M'Lyn had these types of sides to her. Mulling over the thoughts as they roamed, Kujo would follow her back to where Lamont and Reena would be found (or perhaps only one of the two, Kujo wasn't quite sure where either had run off to, nor did he truly care much).
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Post by therunawaygirl on May 1, 2021 17:08:12 GMT -5
M’Lyn nodded in agreement, turning around and heading back to where they’d come from. Now, the way back to where she was certain their two “partners” were at would be much faster than before, with both her and Kujo now attuned to some of the Aetherytes in Ul’dah. Not only that, but the two were together, heading to the same goal —meaning M’Lyn could do the whole ordeal this time on her own. Much in a similar way to picturing the location she wanted to go to, she could also picture who came alongside her, so long as he remained within a certain distance of her.
Back at the Aetheryte Shard in the Husting Strip, making sure Kujo was somewhat close to be affected by the pale blue light, M’Lyn raised her hand towards the crystal, picturing both destination and party to tag along with. In the blink of an eye, the two were back at the gate they had tested the teleportation. The faint humming of people still remained, a little more dimmed than before, yet still vivid. Without hesitation, M’Lyn stepped forward, opening the door with no effort whatsoever, knowing exactly what to expect inside.
Not that Kujo couldn’t have guessed, based on the sound and his enhanced senses.
Unlike in Limsa, however, it was rather quiet when it came to cheers, laughter and clanking —instead an attentive silence alongside the familiar echo of a lyre. With a clear voice that echoed even to the darkest corners, Reena stood at the center of the lower floor, strumming her lyre with her eyes closed, having gained the attention of all the attendants that were finishing a beer or two. Whatever tale or song she was singing, perhaps the outsider wouldn’t know, but someone familiar with the world’s history would definitely recognize.
The world lies shrouded in darkness. The winds die... The seas rage... The earth decays... But the people believe in a prophecy, patiently waiting for its fulfillment. 'When darkness veils the world, four Warriors of Light shall come.' After a long journey four young warriors did at last appear... ...and in the hand each was holding a crystal.
M’Lyn’s ears has perked up, only slightly after hearing the final verses, yet her face betrayed nothing. The strumming stopped, Reena finally opening her eyes as claps and cheers echoed where the silence began to appear. The Viera looked sheepish, despite her otherwise flawless performance, a faint red evident in her cheeks. More voices begged for another song, one the Bard didn’t refuse, readying her lyre once more to sing a different tale.
“That verse… Was she telling the story of the Battle at Carteneau?” M’Lyn asked herself in thought, glancing at the Viera as she began another song while she headed towards the counter.
Upon proper inspection, the two would see Lamont, a cup in his hand and a surprisingly coy smirk in his expression, looking back at a Lalafell more than over his limit in drinking, yet hardly appearing to stop, instead chugging another cup down. The Elezen hardly seemed fazed, not even a redness in his cheeks to evidence slight intoxication.
It wasn’t like back in Limsa —there was a certain seriousness in his expression, most likely more focused on whatever his conversation entailed rather than the drink itself. Perhaps he wasn’t doing it for fun, but rather with an ulterior motive in mind?
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Post by hoodwink on May 19, 2021 14:31:38 GMT -5
As M’Lyn and Kujo made their way back to their temporary comrades, they’d utilize the new ‘attunement’ powers they’d acquired from the bizarre ‘Aetheryte’ crystals—making their trip less annoying than before. Still discontent at having to waste a night away before they were able to set out, the stoic man at least grumbled less and only scowled silently as his ears picked up the sounds of faint clinks and small-talk, a melody reaching across the night breeze at a distance far beyond that of a standard humans. Nearing the tavern, the sounds of string strumming and clear lyrics would greet them, causing Kujo to raise a brow as they entered. Can’t I catch a break? It was a slightly depressing song, overall, at least coming from a place with zero context. Though the prophecies ending foretold of a ‘hope’ in these ‘four warriors’, the stoic man couldn’t help but note the foreboding beginning and unsettling environments described in the Viera’s tale. Crystals, huh? The last line of Reena’s song left Kujo thoughtful, pondering both the odd ‘Aetheryte’ he’d been introduced to on this world, as well as Elena’s own ‘partner’.
Tch—yeah, right. That woman, a ‘warrior of prophecy’? It was most likely an old song, one relevant to the world but benign to one living in the modern times. Nonetheless, the man sighed and crossed his arms as he silently admitted the validity in the Viera’s performance. Not that he was a great judge of music—how long had it been since he’d even listened to music by choice? Glancing towards M’Lyn, Kujo noted the thoughtful glance the Miqo’te wore, though it didn’t draw enough curiosity for him to ask about the song. Instead, the man’s emerald gaze narrowed as they found Lamont sitting at a table with one of the shorter folk he’d seen on this world. Lalafell. Recalling the name, Kujo noted how the smaller of the two was clearly more drunk, the taller Elezen hardly seeming fazed by the drink in their cup. Hmph, so it’s like that. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen that kind of serious look over a brimmed glass. People were vulnerable when drunk, susceptible to things they’d otherwise maybe notice or avoid.
Better be as useful as he’s making it look... Having mild doubts in his mind, Kujo shook his head with a faint sigh as M’Lyn headed towards the counter. Reena’s voice began to rise up once more, her instrument strumming echoing off the walls of the establishment as faint chatter and clinking of cups resounded once more. Finding an empty table while the crowds wish of a second verse was granted, Kujo didn’t bother to order anything. Instead he’d merely sit, keeping his ears and eyes trained for any useful information while the Viera performed yet again, attempting to quell the agitation that remained in his gut as the clock continued to tick.
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Post by therunawaygirl on May 19, 2021 15:21:47 GMT -5
With M’Lyn establishing conversation with the Lalafell attending the counter, much for the Lalafell’s joy, Kujo’s appearance wouldn’t go unnoticed by either of the two locals —although only one could really pry him a little. While Reena continued her performance strumming along her lyre, the Elezen laid back a little, glancing over Kujo with a smirk, raising his cup towards him in a cheer —something many folks followed, not catching up to the real gesture behind it. Even the drunken Lalafell, a red hue much familiar in his cheeks, raised his cup hiccup after hiccup.
However many rounds Lamont had invited him, surely it had been one too many.
“Care to join? ‘Twould be unpleasant to having someone without their share” he asked, glancing over at Kujo, “My treat —least I can do. Ask Miss Momodi for anything you fancy.” “Another hic of your pals? hic” the Lalafell asked, swaying back and forth, “You’re very hic knowledgeable, Master hic Vounusard.” “Nay, ‘tis nothing of the sort. So… Back in track… About those crystals you mentioned… May I know where they are at now?” “Oh, shouldn’t hic be too far from Little Ala hic Mhigo by now. Should reach the settlement real soon.” “I see, I see… Shame —sounds like quite the quality cargo” Lamont nodded, “What about the Amal’jaa? Are they aware?” “They happen to hic be very interested in it! The profit hic was much needed, yes sir!” “…Thank you kindly. Here —have another go, if you would.”
Passing across the table were a few pieces of gold and silver, ones the Lalafell looked at greedily, thanking the Elezen with obnoxious grandeur before wobbling his way towards the counter for another final round. Resting the cup in front of him, Lamont scrutinized the surroundings, noting nothing apparently of interest.
In truth, that Lalafell was his lone target, one he sought to instigate for information to aid the Immortal Flames in their quest to stop Ifrit from being summoned —one of the more dangerous primals. Keeping as many as they could in check in order to avoid tragedy from happening, it seemed the Elezen was prompt on the job, gathering information in much similar fashion to what the Brigade did —by using any tricks available.
Perhaps it wasn’t too far-fetched to assume, then, that Reena endearing the patrons with her songs was also part of a bigger scheme.
“…Fret not —I believe I’m aware of your tastes already” Lamont said, not looking at Kujo, yet speaking towards him, “Frankly, ‘twas to avoid suspicions from rising. Alas, however… I believe you and M’Lyn took some rounds throughout Ul’dah?” he glanced over towards the man in inquiry, “Then I assume you’ve done your fair share of attuning…” “That, we have —and much for the better, I believe.”
Stepping forward, M’Lyn stopped short before Lamont, her arms crossed and her expression stoic. The Elezen, instead of showing intimidation, was bold enough to scoff and smirk, glancing back at the Miqo’te with a coy glance. There had been a feeling tugging at the back of M’Lyn’s head, wanting to affirm or deny her suspicions. Without warnings, she grabbed onto Lamont’s cup, giving it a taste before lowering it back.
“…You sly Elezen —you know your way around these parts quite well, don’t you?” “Ah… Please do make sure the merchant doesn’t find out —‘twould be troublesome, would you not agree?” “Who do you take me for, exactly?” M’Lyn asked, tilting her head, “A random stranger?” “Alas, while you claim to know Miss Y’shtola and the Scions, I’m afraid that said confirmations ought to wait” Lamont shook his head, “I have my fair reasons to be wary, you may assume —and while Reena believes you to be on our side, I have my suspicions to keep. I will apologize if these suspicions of mine become, in fact, false, however.” “You’re not the only one —that much, I can assure you…”
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Post by hoodwink on Jun 9, 2021 13:10:44 GMT -5
Some of the stares that had followed him to his seat hardly phased the stoic human, knowing full well how out of place they were. If anything, it was something Kujo was well accustomed to at this point in his life. Even in his own home, SanFransokyo, the tall and muscular young man stood out quite a bit—both due to their colorful outfit as well as their harsh features and large form. ”Care to join?” Lamont’s voice managed to snake its way over the noise of the crowd cheering and following their initial cheer, something Kujo had silently rolled an eye at with a grimace. ”’Twould be unpleasant to having someone without their share.” It seemed the Elezen had been working over most of the tavern goers in a similar manner. Not a bad idea, in terms of changing an atmosphere in your own favor, if one had the coin to spare. Kujo’d seen many similar gambits played out on his own world.
With a sigh that’d be lost among the noises of the crowd, the stoic man gave Lamont a side-glance as he nodded and lifted a hand in a quiet ‘thanks’. It seemed he was willing to play along with the Elezen’s hospitable act—noticing how the already tipsy Lalafell they spoke to responded. With the powers of his Akogare, it was easy for Kujo to enhance certain senses of his—vision, touch, hearing—all of these things the odd guardian that was a part of him seemed to have one-hundred-fold. ”So…back on track…about those crystals you mentioned…” The main target of the Elezen’s interest was exposed at last, though Kujo’s expression remained blank as he ‘watched’ Reena’s performance along with most of the tavern patrons. Hmph. They’re used to working together. With the Viera’s song enchanted the patrons and demanded their attention, Lamont was free to target who he needed for information. It wasn’t a bad tactic at all—but rather a strategy Kujo approved of and noted how seamless the two had worked it out.
… It was both something that boosted confidence as well as tickled his distrust. ”Fret not—I believe I’m aware of your tastes already.” Neither looked at each other, though Kujo knew he was the target of Lamont’s comments. "Frankly, ’twas to avoid suspicions from rising.” Crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair a bit, the tall man in lavender merely gave a gruff sigh before glancing towards the bar counter. The drunk Lalafell was already ordering more rounds for himself after spilling the beans—a prime example of why Kujo had never been a fan of alcohol himself, even before his Akogare emerged. ”I assume you’ve done your fair hare of attuning…?” This time, M’Lyn’s voice pierced through the quiet thrum of the crowd before he could respond, causing Kujo to smirk as his eyes remained focused ahead. ”That we have—and much for the better, I believe.” The Miqo’te’s tone was bold and fiery, a sign that brought faint relief to the stoic man’s agitated and troubled heart. It seemed for now, she’d returned to her usual brazenness. One less thing to worry about…
The back-and-forth that ensued was civil enough to not draw much attention, though surely those closest to them would have taken note of the distrust and suspicion laced in both the Miqo’te and Elezen’s voice. In a sense, the mild confrontation brought another moment of relief to Kujo, though—they were all suspicious of each other. Good. It meant they weren’t naive, a trait that was always sure to bring ruin. In a sense, if Lamont had also simply trusted them out of the gate, Kujo would hardly feel comfortable working with either him or Reena. Skills and knowledge could only go so far, for him. At the end of the day, distrust to strangers was a sign of common-sense, intellect and seasoned experience—at least in Kujo's opinion. ”It’s idiotic to trust strangers.” The man kept his voice low enough to where it wouldn’t draw attention, though he leaned back in his chair a bit and rocked it on its heels, allowing himself to lean in towards M’Lyn and Lamont without fully looking at them. ”Let them keep whatever secrets they want—so long as our enemy’s the same, I don’t care.”
Glancing over his shoulder slightly, Kujo’s stern gaze would fall on both the Miqo’te and Elezen, though only for a moment. ”Don’t stick your noses in each other's business. We’ve got enough on our plates as it is.” Grumbling the last response, Kujo pushed himself out of his chair and began to walk towards the bar counter. He didn’t intend on ordering anything alcoholic, but perhaps there was at least something that would taste good, or help distract him while they whiled the night away…? He was here anyway, so might as well get something—hopefully something expensive, just to stick it to the Elezen.
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Post by therunawaygirl on Jun 9, 2021 16:27:55 GMT -5
Cutting the back and forth short, most likely nothing remained for the two locals to discuss. To a degree, both agreed with Kujo —it was better to focus on one’s own struggles, and forget those around them. Distrusting others wasn’t out of the picture, either due to personality or situation. M’Lyn had to agree with that approach, and by the looks of things so did Lamont, resigning himself back to observing.
Reena continued to sing, although the Elezen gestured towards her in a subtle move, thing the Viera caught onto, and bringing her to a proper finish of the performance. While she walked their way, Kujo had taken his stand and headed towards the far counter attended by a Lalafell, cheerfully helping those with their fill, while to others she was more than ready to chastise for the overdose. The Miqo’te had perked up, a smirk finding its way to her lips full of coyness.
“I must ask myself whether he’ll rob you dry or not…” M’Lyn scoffed, catching both Lamont and Reena off-guard, “I thought he had more morals than this, yet apparently, it seems I was mistaken…” “Well, when it comes to coin, it bothers me not” Elezen shrugged, “Adventures such as ourselves have no issue with gil, after all. And besides, I believe Momodi saw him approach me —so surely she’ll understand.” “In any case…” Reena looked at Lamont, “Did you figure out anything?” “I did —and I’ll be informing the Flame General of our little discovery. Needless to say, Ifrit won’t be a bother for a while, if we secure those crystals first.” “That’s all good, yet… There’s much work to be done.”
While the Viera and the Elezen talked, eventually ending with the latter leaving once again to the Flame Barracks, M’Lyn began to ponder of the things she had learned about in the short while. While it was certainly different, it seemed the matters hadn’t varied that much. It was always the primals that caused the most issues, and it was always the Scions of the Seventh Dawn who took care of those issues in the name of a united Eorzea.
At least, the torch she’d left behind, others had taken it and carried it with pride. That much, she was relieved by.
In the meantime, Kujo had made his way to the counter, immediately catching the female Lalafell’s attention. She welcomed him warmly, just like anyone else, before calming down a little to take either an order, or a question.
“You’re friends with Lamont and Reena, I saw —and M’Lyn, as well” she began, “First one’s on the house. Now, then —tell me. What’ll it be?”
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Post by hoodwink on Jun 17, 2021 3:03:38 GMT -5
Making his way to the counter, Kujo couldn’t help but notice how he towered over the bar as well as the attendee. "Your friends with Lamont and Reena, I saw—“ The initial recognition earned a sigh from the colorfully clad stoic man, though the Lalafell tending the bar caught his interest with what they said next. ”M’Lyn, as well? First one’s on the house.” So, the barkeep even knew M’Lyn, huh? Glancing over his shoulder briefly, Kujo couldn’t help but scrutinize the Miqo’te before returning his attention to his order. She really is well-known here, after all… Though it made him curious, it was hardly the time to expend energy into such things. That, and the stoic man knew he stood out like a sore thumb in most areas—it’d only be more weird for him to be asking around about his own companion. ”…” It was then Kujo realized he had no idea what to order in a place like this. Did they even have drinks he was familiar with? Tch—can’t I catch a break? Maybe getting a drink wasn’t the best idea, after all…
”Something without booze—preferably something good at getting rid of headaches.” It was a vague order, but Kujo had decided to allow the Lalafell behind the counter to work whatever magic they could. Reena was finishing her performance, by the sounds of the singing dying down and the faint claps and cheers from the spectating crowd. Whatever drink the bartender decided on, Kujo would accept with a gruff nod before turning back from the counter and making his way back, noting that Lamont seemed to take his exit during the time it had taken to get a drink. ”What’s got you lost in the moment?” The playful and snarky comment was tossed to M’Lyn over the brim of the cup he drank from as the man in lavender raised a brow, finding the Miqo’te lost in thought.
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Post by therunawaygirl on Jun 17, 2021 3:38:56 GMT -5
”Something without booze—preferably something good at getting rid of headaches.”
Momodi scoffed a little, yet hardly said anything back, instead going straight to pick an order for Kujo. Apparently he hadn’t been the first one to ask for something of the sort, since the Lalafell knew exactly what to serve the man in purple. Bringing back a small glass with what seemed to be tea, Momodi passed the order back to Kujo, seemingly without a teasing intent. It was a dark caramel color, yet it wasn’t steaming hot like usual tea would —there were even a few pieces of minced ice still floating by, mellowing the beverage’s temperature.
“Rooibos Tea might be the best thing for headaches” she said, “It’s not particularly sweet, either —lots of folk have a liking to this for morning migraines, believe it or not. Let me know if there’s anything else you’d like —although this time it will cost you.”
She waved as Kujo grabbed the glass and headed back to M’Lyn, who had uncrossed her arms and began to glance about. Kujo’s snarky remark caused her to blink a little, dumbstruck, but the Miqo’te was quick to shrug and sigh as she looked away from the man. In truth, it wasn’t that she had “lost herself in the moment”, but it’s not like the man could know.
More importantly, she noticed the glass he brought alongside him, a faint smirk rising at the edge of her lips as she thought of the comment she’d made to the Dragoon prior.
“Not much, really” M’Lyn replied vaguely, “If anything, I was trying to see if I could determine how much it’s been… Although for the most part, the mayor issues seem to be the same as when I left. ‘Tis always been the primals, after all…” she glanced away, “’Twould seem Ifrit’s rage will be quelled for a little longer —although how long that play will stall the Amal’jaa is yet to be seen. Regardless, the less primals we encounter, the better, for we do not have the time to dwindle in those troublesome trials…”
M’Lyn finished her sentence with a growl, seemingly annoyed by it all. Kujo wouldn’t be able to know, being foreign to the world’s troubles, but Eorzea had its fair share of trials to handle, the main one being the primals who threatened the balance of the Aether. The beast tribes that summoned them, although co-existing with the Eorzeans, often times had issues when communicating —especially those more prone to violence.
Needless to say, it was the one thing keeping the Scions of the Seventh Dawn at constant edge, needing to be ready at a moment’s notice.
“…Which reminds me…” M’Lyn mumbled, glancing over at Kujo, “I take it you’ve made acquaintance with Miss Momodi? I can tell you’re not one for talk, yet surely something has been bothering you… Most likely, regarding myself, no?” she asked, tilting her head a bit, “If you’ve got something to ask, wouldn’t it be better to get it off your head now? I doubt we’ll have the moment later, once we get to Mor Dhona and meet with Y’shtola.”
The Miqo’te’s tail flicked, her ears lowering just a tad, as M’Lyn once again crossed her arms over her chest and remained properly seated. It was bound to happen, what with the previous problems and what not. Now a bit more relaxed, and clearly not bothered by the amount of people around them, instead welcoming the deafening noise to drown their conversation, it seemed M’Lyn was willing to clear the air.
The question now was whether that would happen or not.
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Post by hoodwink on Jun 17, 2021 12:37:40 GMT -5
Kujo raised the chilled cup to his lips, grimacing despite the fact the Rooibos Tea did in fact taste pleasant for his palate. Damned woman… Tea in general always caused him to think of his mother, one who had always been a fan of the vast varieties of the loose leaf. Growing up, Kujo had preferred coffee in all honesty, not that Kokoroki would relent. Over the course of his somewhat brief yet eventful life, the stoic man had simply grown accustomed to the taste. Annoyingly enough, it even reminded him of home. What a pain. Thankfully, his comment seemed to spark a rather serious response from M’Lyn, drawing his attention away from the ambivalent feeling. ”I was trying to see if I could determine how long it’s been…” The tall man said nothing, knowing indeed that the Miqo’te had been spending a good majority of their time pondering about the world they found themselves in.
Though it was ‘home’ for her, it was clear that some time had passed, which surely had a jarring and confusing effect. "For the most part, the major issues seem to be the same as when I left.” The mention of. These ‘primals’ had been mentioned often, though the name meant nothing to the off-worlder. Apparently this ‘Ifrit’ was being distracted to halt a rampage of some kind—though the man couldn’t bring himself to get too invested in the world’s issues. They had their own mission, after all. Still…knowing our luck… He repressed a sigh. For some reason, the man had a nagging feeling he’d need to know about these ‘primals’ sooner rather than later—not that he was truly concerned. With his Akogare, Kujo had a confidence that was nearly dangerous. M’Lyn seemed bothered by the whole ordeal, though surely that was due to her own knowledge on the subject. He didn’t have much time to indulge his curiosity—or at least, this one, at least, before M’Lyn was back at it once more.
”I take it you’ve made acquaintance with Miss Momodi?” For a moment, the name caused Kujo to raise a brow before M’Lyn gestured lightly towards the Lalafell who had helped him behind the counter. The Miqo’te’s sudden directness around his own questions caught him off-guard, though. Can’t I catch a break? She was too sharp for her own good. Troublesome cat… Despite the rather harsh thought, a faint smirk had worked its way to the man’s lips as he took another sip of the robust tea in his hands as he finally took a seat at the table with her. It was clear it was a shallow thought, one on the surface that his heart didn't align with. ”You’re a pain, you know that?” The usual gruff tone was hardly going to phase her, as M’Lyn and Kujo had traveled together for quite some time now. In a sense, the man felt comfortable being himself with her, respecting her as well as not feeling like he had to alter any of himself to suit her. It was freeing, really—which is why the stoic man merely shrugged and decided to humor her.
”How do you know her? She seemed to hold all of you in pretty high regard…” Indulging his own curiosities, he leaned back in his chair, rocking it a bit as he took another gulp of tea. Sure enough, the Lalafell was right—the mild headache from all of his repressed anger had begun to fade, the edge waning. ”You said you helped this Master we’re seeking…one of these ‘Scions’ with these ‘Primals’ before. What are they? It seems that that alone has built you a lot of connections, despite the time lapse.” He knew the Miqo’te was a powerful warrior with keen skills and senses—but it wasn’t until they arrived here that Kujo began to really comprehend the gravity of the situation. The fact of the matter was, he was traveling with a minor ‘hero’ of sorts, by the sounds of it—something that was both mildly amusing and irritating. Tch—this whole damned world’s like a frickin’ fairy tale. It wasn’t the first world they’d been to like that, though this one truly seemed to exasperate that fact.
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Post by therunawaygirl on Jun 17, 2021 15:58:13 GMT -5
Having left the question in the air, M’Lyn was somewhat shocked after spoting the faint grimace in Kujo’s face as he brought the glass to his lips, only scoffing at the sight. In a sense, perhaps it was better to hide the sign from Momodi, as most definitely she would take offense to thinking that her drinks weren’t of someone’s liking —with her pride as both bartender and hostess of the Adventurer’s Guild in Ul’dah. Still, she could see a few options as to why the man had a frown while drinking, all of them amusing to some degree.
The game of back-and-forth had no end for the two —not that either minded.
“How do you know her? She seemed to hold all of you in pretty high regard…” Of course, that would be a point of focus to the otherwise unaware traveler. Although she had mentioned it prior, M’Lyn had been vague in retelling her experiences in Eorzea, which explained why Kujo was curious to know how the pair knew the other —or how Momodi knew Lamont and Reena, too. Deciding to reply quickly yet directly, M’Lyn shrugged.
“Not only is she a bartender, but she’s the hostess of this Adventurer’s Guild, in Thanalan” she explained, “She was the first one I interacted with, when I first came to Ul’dah, and through the small times I managed to meet with her, we’ve helped each other out. I assume Lamont and Reena are on a similar page, although more recently must be due to their meetings with the Flame General Raubahn.”
Her tail flicked once more, and M’Lyn shoved a strand of loose hair back behind her shoulder, waiting for Kujo to gauge her response before proceeding further. Perking up a little at the mention of “primals”, she seemed a little distraught by the question, but the sigh that followed after was enough to show her irritation at the subject.
It was always primals, wasn’t it? Even after all that time, it seemed the issue would pester her forever more.
“Primals are…” M’Lyn growled, a bit troubled on how to explain the topic, “…In essence, primals are akin deities, worshipped by the beast tribes of Eorzea —although I have heard of exceptions. While seemingly harmless, primals are a bane to the world—and thus, they cannot be allowed to tread into Hydaelyn’s soil, for if they are allowed, they’ll have her aether completely dried, bringing forth calamity.”
M’Lyn looked away, yet she was quick to focus back at Kujo, her gaze a firm one, full of conviction and a hint of rage. The tail began to flick a little more, agitated, much akin to the Miqo’te’s obvious annoyance of recalling the topic that had brought her a fair amount of fame in the land, with good reasoning.
“The reason why this has been where most of my ‘fame’, as you so call it, comes from is due to the fact that not everyone can defeat a primal” she continued, her tone hiding a warning, “While some primals are, in fact, more prone to reasoning, others beg to differ. In order to exist, primals require two things” emphasizing the fact, M’Lyn raised two fingers, “One is aether, which as I’ve explained before, is akin to a lifeforce. The second one is faith, for without it, they cannot be given a physical manifestation. It’s this faith that gives them form, for they are an idol, imagined by the desperate.”
“As deities —or rather, imaginings of—, primals are particularly strong. Some are blood-thirsty, such as Ifrit or Garuda, along their corresponding beast tribes. And because of their thirst, they oftentimes resort to tempering beings in order to secure the necessary faith for them to maintain form—though this ‘temperament’ is more akin brain-washing. Those tempered by a primal will fanatically pray upon it, with naught to bring them back to their senses but death. Only those blessed with Hydaelyn’s Echo prove immune to this tempering, and thus makes it slightly easier to defeating them.”
M’Lyn sighed as she finished, glancing away for a bit, yet her mood somewhat soured. She had a feeling why Kujo had asked, and in truth, it had been a concern for her. If they needed to fight a primal while they were there, would Kujo be immune to the temperament of the primals? She knew he was strong-willed, but even those would succumb to the might of a deity, no matter what.
She’d seen this already, once before.
There had been other questions in her mind —particularly about Reena and Lamont. While they hadn’t mentioned it, M’Lyn had a faint suspicion they had fought primals just like her, having taken her mantle upon her disappearance unwittingly. Which primals those were, and how many times the pair had faced them, however, was a detail that she couldn’t know unless asking.
Not that she minded much, at the moment.
“As you can probably guess from all this… I have felled a primal once before —that being Ifrit, Lord of the Inferno and primal of the Amalj’aa. Such an experience is one I cannot simply forget about, although you could’ve guessed that much, as well…” M’Lyn sighed, “As a Scion of the Seventh Dawn, ‘tis my duty to protect Eorzea from any and all threats that peril her, and primals are one of many. I knew of other primals, yet… Before they were brought from the aether, well…” she scoffed, closing her eyes with a smirk, “You already know the rest.”
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Post by hoodwink on Jun 19, 2021 3:49:34 GMT -5
So, she runs the Guild? Hearing M’Lyn’s explanation around this ‘Momodi’, Kujo eyed the small Lalafell who worked expertly behind the bar. ”I assume Lamont and Reena are on a similar page,” The mention of a ‘Flame General’ caused the stoic man to raise a brow at the Miqo’te, though he didn’t comment on the bizarre title. ”I get it. Since she runs this ‘guild’, she’s typically ‘adventurers’ first line of contact in the area…” If certain adventurers did well, continuing to return time and time again and accomplish greater things, it was no wonder the Lalafell would come to know the ones of significance. ”Sigh…” It seemed his question of ‘Primals’ had shifted the mood somewhat, though, as M’Lyn seemed to both deflate and bristle up within the same breath. ”Primals are akin to deities, worshipped by the beast tribes of Eorzea—“ Deities? Can’t I catch a break? Like, gods? Kujo wasn’t a religious man by any means, despite the various options to choose from in his own home world.
That being said, he’d met beings such as Genies, entities of pure darkness, as well as cat-people and dwarves—so in a sense, it was only a matter of time before something more ridiculous than any of those things would appear. ”While seemingly harmless, Primals are a bane to the world—“ It seemed regardless of these ‘Primals’ behaviors, their very being could bring upon destruction if placed in the right spot. What a pain. Sure enough, the man didn’t think there’d be any good coming from gods roaming the world freely. Apparently, M’Lyn’s renown as an adventurer in this world came from defeating one—a hefty feat in itself, even for one outside of the context. Tch—seriously? So, it wasn’t just that she was a Weapons Master, she was a God-Killer, too? ”In order to exist, Primals require two things. One is ‘Aether’,” Though the Miqo’te gave a brief recap, Kujo recalled their prior conversations around this ‘life-energy’, though the concepts were still somewhat outside the realm of his usual logic, something he was often reminded he had to abandon on these types of excursions.
”The second one is faith, for without it, they cannot be given a physical manifestation.” A catch-22, so to speak. Though it seemed they couldn’t exist without faith, it would be hard to not believe in something freely roaming the earth, wouldn’t it? Especially if it was decimating sections of it. M’Lyn began to explain the differences between certain Primals, emphasizing ones like ‘Ifrit’ and ‘Garuda’ (not that these names meant anything to Kujo, particularly). Apparently, not all had the same types of temperament. ”Because of their thirst, they oftentimes resort to ‘tempering’ beings in order to secure the necessary faith,” His brow raised once more, though this time less from surprise and more from the incredulous concept. Tch—so they’ll just brainwash any who don’t believe, to keep wreaking havoc. It irked him, to say the least. Though rather solitary and independent, Kujo had his own rigid sense of justice. The concept of powerful beings brainwashing those less powerful to be their fodder wasn’t one that sat well with him.
”I have felled a Primal once before—that being Ifrit, Lord of the Inferno,” The experience had clearly been a harrowing one, given the look on the Miqo’te’s face and the weary tone in her voice. ”As a Scion of the Seventh Dawn, ’tis my duty to protect Eorzea from any and all threats that peril her,” Sounded liked a rough shtick, to be honest. It seemed that there were plenty more of these god-like entities roaming this world, waiting to wreak destruction and calamity. So she was yanked out before she was able to defeat the rest... Just how many of these ‘Primals’ were there, anyway? ”Wait a second.” It was then that the stoic man noted something, raising a brow at the Miqo’te. ”You said you defeated this ‘Ifrit’…but that’s the ‘Primal’ you and that lush were talking about earlier.” Not one to typically be unsure of himself, Kujo knew he wasn’t mistaking anything—Lamont and her had definitely mentioned that name in a present problem type of sense.
Regardless of the harrowing truth, the man in lavender didn’t seem too concerned other than their mild confusion. Even if these beings were akin to gods on this world, it didn’t mean he and his Akogare couldn’t fight them. M’Lyn was living proof that mortals could kill gods in this world, so it wasn’t a huge deal at the end of the day. That was, unless they didn’t stay dead. ”So, what are you saying? Can these ‘Primals’ revive, or reincarnate, or something?” His tone had open scrutiny and disbelief in it, clear annoyance that nearly mimicked M’Lyn’s oozing off of his own body language, despite his lack of personal history with these mysterious beings. There was no way they could really be immortal, right? That was too far-fetched, even for one of their adventures…wasn’t it?!
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Post by therunawaygirl on Jun 19, 2021 4:23:10 GMT -5
The explanation went as well as it could’ve, although it didn’t look like the man in front of her took it in easily. Then again, was it really that far-fetched to consider that gods could take physical form in Eorzea, when there were countless monsters roaming around, with magic also being a common topic in everyday life? The so-called “fantasy” of one world was truth in the another —that much, M’Lyn was certain to have mentioned once before.
Although maybe Kujo was more on the side of seeing to believe, rather than hearing.
Having finished her explanation, the Miqo’te slouched a little, seemingly exhausted by just recalling the information —though with good reason. The topic had always annoyed her, but not to the point it would stop her from completing her duty as a Scion. Readying herself to change the topic, there was clear surprise after hearing Kujo jumping in.
”Wait a second.” Noting how both Lamont and M’Lyn had mentioned Ifrit as a more “recent” problem, it seemed Kujo’s scrutiny had left no information aside. He hadn’t misheard, though, since it was something they had mentioned before. His scrutiny turning into open suspicion, the man was unwilling to simply leave it as is —something that brought M’Lyn to sigh in annoyance.
“You’re right —Lamont and I did discuss Ifrit for a moment” she replied, “Although the Lord of the Inferno hasn’t been summoned yet, there has been activity from the Amalj’aa to re-summon him, as many times as they deem necessary.”
M’Lyn glanced away, although she knew her answer wouldn’t suffice. Clearly annoyed by it, a faint growl came from her throat, her fangs showing as she clicked her tongue. Nothing would be easy, would it?
Just how much would she need to explain, again?
“They’re deities, Kujo —a figment of imagination” she growled, “If ‘faith’ is believing in something without even seeing it, and said faith is required to invoke a Primal, what do you think can happen?” M’Lyn showed open suspicion back, unsure as to how he hadn’t picked that up, “So long as even one recalls them and believes in them, and have the necessary Aether in reach, a Primal can be brought back from the Aetherflow as many times as it’d like. It’s the one thing that’s always annoyed me about all this… Yet there’s naught we can do but repeat the process over and over, since some beast tribes are simply unwilling to talk it out.”
Deeming the topic finished, M’Lyn closed her eyes with a sigh yet again, her arms firmly crossed. Her tail swished with clear annoyance, although there was hardly anything she could do for it —the topic of Primals was indeed a sore one. Unless Kujo had any more questions about the subject, it seemed the Miqo’te was more than willing to put it aside.
“Ah —you’re still here?”
A soft voice broke the Miqo’te out of thought, finding herself glancing over to Reena, looking at the two with no hidden intent. The Viera was calm, undisturbed —something M’Lyn couldn’t help but feel slightly envious about.
It would’ve been better for her to explain the whole thing —M’Lyn simply didn’t have enough patience for it.
“Is something wrong?” M’Lyn asked. “Oh, not really… I was just wondering why you were still here” Reena replied, “Lamont will take his time talking with General Raubahn, and since I’m not really needed there… I thought, well… Maybe I could either rest in the Inn or… Talk?” “…Suit yourself. It bothers me not.” “Ah, right… Just so you’re aware, but” the Viera clasped her hands together, “The Innkeeper knows you two are with us —the rooms won’t be charged to you. Just keep that in mind if you’d like to avoid unnecessary trouble.” “Appreciate it.” “So, umm… What… Were you going to do next? If you don’t mind me asking…”
Reena drew a complex expression, unsure of whether simply taking a seat or standing upright. Her ears flickered a little, apparently sensing the annoyance from M’Lyn and the suspicion from Kujo, yet hardly showcasing the unease from it.
Would anything cut that tension away…? She couldn’t tell. Sometimes, Reena considered it best to use her voice for singing rather than arguing…
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Post by hoodwink on Jul 2, 2021 4:25:17 GMT -5
Kujo scowled a bit at hearing how this ‘Ifrit’ was working on being summoned yet again. ”They’re deities, Kujo—a figment of imagination.” M’Lyn seemed somewhat annoyed at the question, though the man scoffed a bit in response—did she not hear herself? What part of anything she was saying sounded even remotely reasonable to begin with? So apparently even if some on this world were powerful enough to defeat these ‘Primals’, they’d just come back due to some bullshit fanaticism or cultist type villains? Can’t I catch a break? At least the two could bond in the sense that both found the ‘process’ of these beings annoying and futile, though it seemed due to these ‘Beast Tribes’, the problem would hardly resolve itself anytime soon. It’d be easier to just take them all out. It was a dark thought, but one built from logic and emotionless strategy—destroying these ‘Beast Tribes’ first, followed by the Primals themselves, may assist in the cycle. Whether or not the locals of this world were willing or able to do so was another story.
”Ah—you’re still here?” Reena emerged, apparently done with her performance for the evening. In a sense, it seemed the bard was merely looking to kill some time before turning in for the night. Taking another gulp of his tea, Kujo wondered over the brim of his cup if the Viera’s carefreeness went as deep as it appeared on the surface. He had a nagging suspicion that wasn’t the case. ”Suit yourself. It bothers me not.” M’Lyn still seemed frustrated, though it was understandable, considering the topic they’d just finished speaking of. Suppressing a good-humored sigh, Kujo nodded as Reena mentioned their rooms being free of charge. Apparently her and Lamont weren’t the worst connections to have in this city. ”...Thanks.” His and M’Lyn’s gratitude was real, though quick-spoken and curt. ”So, umm…what…were you going to do next?” Reena seemed somewhat confused, though also nervous for some reason. It wasn’t mean-spirited, but there was something humorous to Kujo in the woman’s uncertainty and anxious seeming positivity.
It literally reminded him of a rabbit. Leaning back in his chair, the man’s stoic face hid the humorous thought well as he reached for his pack of smokes in his jacket pocket. ”Finish my drink and smoke.” It was a gruff yet accurate and honest response, as he lit his vice and inhaled. He was thankful to know more about the context of the world around him, albeit most of the facts M’Lyn had disclosed were beyond aggravating, not that that helped his annoyance at having to wait for the airship. Since Lid hadn’t chimed in over their comm devices anytime recently, he had to assume they weren’t too short on time. His thoughts remained on the task at hand, though he also wondered how M’Lyn felt. Would she want to leave, once they accomplished what they came to do? Did she have people she wanted to see, or make sure were still around? He wouldn’t stop her if she wanted to stay. He could handle Liz, so long as he found some sort of weakness or understanding to her powers…
Grounding his thoughts as he inhaled the smoke from his vice, Kujo sighed out in exhale, raising his head a bit so the smoke wouldn’t blow into either woman’s faces as they all remained around the table. ”If you’re going to hang around, you might as well sit down.” An empty chair at the table skid across the wood and jutted out towards Reena, kicked out with Kujo’s foot, who could easily reach across the large wooden structure due to their height and length. "Unless you’re going to start singing…” It wasn’t that the man disliked the Viera’s singing—but rather disliked the attention it always drew. Despite his rather colorful appearance and noticeable size (well, on his own world, probably less-so here with actual giants roaming around), Kujo wasn’t one who enjoyed being in the center of attention. It was easier and nicer to be left alone.
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Post by therunawaygirl on Jul 2, 2021 5:25:51 GMT -5
Blinking in mild confusion, Reena tilted her head just slightly, trying to process what she’d just heard —and it wasn’t the unexpected gratitude from both people. The Viera only managed an uneasy smile, waving her hand as if to say it was nothing. In truth, there was nothing to give gratitude for, since it was a common courtesy.
She noted the package of cigarettes in Kujo’s hands, once more blinking confusion, given that she in fact could not read what it said —not to mention having never seen such a thing before. Although the Viera’s lack of knowledge was to blame, due to her secluded early years, perhaps it wasn’t wrong to admit that no one knew what the item in the man’s hands was. M’Lyn scoffed, a faint smirk rising on her lips as she decided to look away, hearing Kujo’s honest remark on his following actions.
”If you’re going to hang around, you might as well sit down.” The sudden suggestion caught Reena off-guard, although the following comment brought her to a hastened shake of hands, as if to avoid the singing part altogether —her sheepishness only bringing M’Lyn to a faint chuckle. Although unknowingly, the Miqo’te agreed on the rather shy demeanor of the Viera reminding one of a shy and naïve rabbit, unaware of most of the world’s common sense.
Then again, what was common sense, anywhere?
“I think I’m good with just taking it easy, really” Reena said, still with certain unease, “Rest assured, I don’t feel like singing anymore today. So I’ll take your other suggestion.”
Having said that, the Viera took a seat, accepting the chair that was offered to her, cupping both hands over her lap now more relaxed. M’Lyn glanced over the Viera, her tail flickering slightly, somewhat intrigued by her previous thoughts about the pair they were now traveling with… Was this not the perfect chance to jump in and satiate said curiosities?
By the looks of things, though, it was clear that Reena was quicker to take hold of the opportunity.
“Well, since I guess this is a good a time as any —given that I doubt we’ll have the chance later on—, I’ve been wondering something…” she began, causing the Miqo’te’s ears to snap back up in attention, “From the very beginning, ‘tis almost as if you’re rushed… Is there something happening on your end, that you appear so pressed on time?” Reena asked bluntly, “Trust me —I understand the feeling. Needless to say, you’re not the only ones annoyed by the situation at hand…”
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Post by hoodwink on Jul 2, 2021 6:18:23 GMT -5
”I think I’m good with just taking it easy, really.” Reena’s reassurance drew a faint chuckle from M’Lyn and a smirk from Kujo. The Viera took things quite literally, it seemed. Lifting the cup to sip at his tea once more, the stoic man already knew why the woman lingered as she sat down. Regardless of his suspicious nature, it was difficult to doubt someone who wore their heart on their sleeve as much as the bard. ”Well, since I guess this is as good a time as any—“ There it was. It seemed Reena’s curiosity had gotten the best of her, after all, like Kujo had suspected. ”From the very beginning, ’tis almost as if you’re rushed…” Setting his cup back down on the table and replacing it with the cigarette, the stoic man rocked back in his chair a bit with a faint sigh. It was rather obvious—it wasn’t like he or M’Lyn had really hid the fact they were crunched on time. Even if they hadn’t said anything—it was clear that Reena was keen to tension in the air.
”Trust me—I understand the feeling. Needless to say, you’re not the only ones annoyed by the situation at hand.” Now that he knew more about these ‘Primals’ and the situation on this world, Kujo could certainly grasp what the Viera was saying. Once he could recognize the pieces of a puzzle, it wasn't hard for him to piece them together. Sadly, it did little to compare impatience. While Lamont and Reena had their own reasons for being rushed, Kujo couldn’t help but care less about their needs than his own. He didn’t have the luxury of time enough to get caught up in a whole ‘save the world’ and 'fight gods' escapade. ”We’ve got our reasons. The sooner we find this ‘Master’ and get the hell out of here, the better.” Taking a drag from his vice, his emerald gaze was stern, though not cold—just harsh with brutal honesty. It was then that his gaze shifted towards M’Lyn, though just for a moment. Tch—what a pain. It was her world, too, not just Reena or Lamont's. Grimacing against his cigarette, Kujo’s face turned into an open scowl for a brief moment as he sighed with clear annoyance.
Son of a… What was he doing? Why should he care? ”Why are you rushed?” The question hardly sounded natural, especially considering the man was struggling with the conflict of trying not to care while also having a nagging feeling he knew exactly what was happening. Or rather, what he was going to get roped into. Though his gaze was now focused on Reena, his final thought was towards M’Lyn while he waited to hear the answer. Damned woman… If he got pulled into a fucking ‘save the world’ and 'fight gods' side quest, she was going to have another thing coming. He’d help, though. That much was clear based on his forcing the question. Despite his better judgement.
It was a new flaw ((OOC: or character development?)) that was emerging—one he wasn’t keen on.
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Post by therunawaygirl on Jul 2, 2021 8:03:38 GMT -5
”We’ve got our reasons. The sooner we find this ‘Master’ and get the hell out of here, the better.”
Well, that was a decent enough answer. Not that Reena was expecting much, already having picked on the two’s personalities —quicker to the point and keeping their reasons hidden unless it was really needed. In a sense, it reminded her of a certain Elezen that she was currently partying up with…
M’Lyn scoffed once more, her tail now calming down, apparently appeased by Kujo’s reply. At least he was civil to remember the more important rules, as well as the hidden 3rd listener on the duo’s part. Still, it didn’t hurt to divulge some details, while remaining vague.
Then again, her focus didn’t aim there whatsoever.
“I see… Well, it’d make sense —if there’s something you think Y’shtola can answer, I understand the urgency of it” Reena nodded in agreement, “I’m sure she’ll agree with you, and aid you if you need it. After all, Scions are devoted to helping people, not just Eorzea!”
The pride in the Viera’s voice was hardly one to be mistaken for a false trust, although perhaps both Kujo and M’Lyn knew that for certain, with all the catching-up they had done just seconds prior to Reena joining. How things would develop going onwards, and what sort of things would unravel with that exchange was yet to be seen, or tested for that matter.
After all, Kujo was the only one who wasn’t sure whether the “Scions” were efficient and trust-worthy or not, despite M’Lyn having vouched for them earlier.
”Why are you rushed?” Reena perked up once more as Kujo asked with his rougher tone, although it didn’t shock her as much now, having understood the urgency they had to some degree. Still, it made sense that he was just as curious to her and Lamont’s rush. The first reaction the Viera showed, however, was immediate deflation, almost as if she was disappointed with her following answer to clear the air a little more.
“Haa… Well, I think it an obvious answer, but taking time like this only rises the risk of beast tribes summoning their primals…” she replied with a sigh, “Just like you, we’d like to get to Mor Dhona as quickly as we can, but that doesn’t seem like an option, does it…? Of course, Lamont and I could’ve gotten there in the blink of an eye through the Aetheryte, but we agreed to helping you, did we not?” “…That reminds me —why did you agree to helping us?” M’Lyn asked, sparking with subtle curiosity, “’Twould make more sense to me to refuse aiding us, in order to do a swift job.” “Ah, well… That’s just something I do, more often than not —aiding people left and right” the Viera admitted, “If anything, I’d be more surprised that Lamont agreed to helping, as well. Usually, he’s more of the type to focus on the task at hand than handling side-tasks…” she finished, wondering. “Doesn’t that sound like someone I know…?” M’Lyn tossed the comment to the air, although she was sure they would both pick on it. “Well, regardless, I don’t think he’s solely doing it because I’d already agreed to it —I do think he wants to know more about you. Yet, unlike me, he’s… More subtle about it” Reena shrugged, “I’m sure he’s just as curious as me in regards to your relation with Y’shtola and the other Scions, as well as the validity of your claim.” “My, isn’t that worthy of praise…” M’Lyn sighed and shrugged, before standing up, “I’ll take my leave. Truthfully, there’s plenty brooding over, but discussing it here won’t aid much.” “Ah… Very well then —rest well.”
Reena offered a small wave as M’Lyn left their sights, seemingly calm and collected. Still, there were a few doubts remaining on both ends, so there was certainly some ambiguity to the ending of things —evidenced by the humming in the Viera’s voice.
Still, was it smart to continue asking, or was it better to cut it short and move it all to the next day? The travel wouldn’t exactly take long…
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Post by hoodwink on Jul 9, 2021 11:32:59 GMT -5
”If there’s something you think Y’shtola can answer, I understand the urgency of it.” Apparently people didn’t seek out the Scions for just any reason. Kujo was thankful for the fact, seeing as how his vague answer avoided scrutiny because of it. ”Scions are devoted to helping people, not just Eorzea!” Though the Viera had a strong sense of pride when discussing them, the stoic man couldn’t help but merely grimace in reply as he smoked. Being a ‘Scion’ sounds like a pain. Reena’s explanation for their urgency was what he’d expected—though her admission of taking extra time to assist them caused him to raise a brow. ”Why did you agree to help us?” M’Lyn seemed to have the same question, allowing Kujo his silence while he finished his tea and worked on his cigarette. ”Well…that’s just something I do, more often than not—“ The answer was hardly what he’d anticipated, visibly rolling his eyes a bit as he shook his head. In a sense, that aspect of the Viera was both annoying and endearing—similar to a certain someone he knew…
”If anything, I’d be more surprised that Lamont agreed to helping, as well.” Hearing how the Elezen was typically one to avoid helping others if it meant diverting from the goal, Kujo found himself nodding in silent respect. The lush had a good head on their shoulders, it seemed. ”Doesn’t that sound like someone I know…?” For a moment, emerald eyes narrowed over smoke before Reena continued. ”I don’t think he’s solely doing it because I’d already agreed to it—“ It seemed that the two adventurers had slightly more selfish reasons for aiding the two—simple curiosity. That much he could at least understand—though putting an otherwise seemingly urgent mission slightly on hold (or rather, slowed down) for the sake of slating some mild intrigue was somewhat alarming. If all adventurers are like that, it’s a miracle the world’s still standing… Finishing his smoke, Kujo raised a brow as he watched M’Lyn raise from the table. ”I’ll take my leave. Truthfully, there’s plenty to brood over, but discussing it here won’t aid much.”
She was as quick to shut down intrigue as ever. With a faint smirk, the man gave a quick nod in goodbye as he inhaled his vice and watched as the Miqo’te made her exit. A faint hum brought his attention back to Reena, who seemed unsure on whether or not to stay or go. She really was like a rabbit, sometimes—though Kujo vaguely wondered if that was more his own projection or the genuine thing. With a faint sigh, he leaned back in his chair and exhaled, gesturing at his cigarette while glancing at Reena with a somewhat discerning gaze. ”If you've got things you'd like to say, do it before this is over.” Gesturing at the lit vice, it seemed that Kujo was offering to humor the Viera’s curiosity and conversation, at least until his smoke was finished. After that, he’d most likely lose patience. ”Otherwise, scram. I’ll leave without you if you oversleep.” If he were any other character, there may have been more evident humor in the quip. Instead, it was an open threat—one that lacked any real animosity or hostility of course—but more of a stern reminder.
Typical, really. He'd give a millimeter and destroy a mile.
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Post by therunawaygirl on Jul 9, 2021 12:12:05 GMT -5
The Viera’s humming was cut shrot by Kujo’s sudden quip, breaking her focus as if snapping a fragile branch. Her ears perked up after hearing his comment, her eyes immediately focusing on the lit cigarette in the man’s hand. A quicker introspection led her to shake her head mildly, truthfully not seeing the point of continuing to indulge in her own curiosities for the sake of it.
That, plus perhaps a slight unease by the tone behind Kujo’s “reminder”. Then again, she’d picked on that harsh manner from before —so maybe there wasn’t much to worry about?
“I don’t really have matters left pending —if anything, I was thinking on waiting for Lamont to come back, and see what we can grasp from the Immortal Flames’ General. Whether I stay here or wait elsewhere doesn’t really matter” Reena shrugged, “Although I don’t plan on doing anything else —and that includes performing.”
She seemed adamant in that last statement, puffing her cheeks with her ears looking rather tense. Eventually, though, she figured that maybe it was best to not bother Kujo even with her mere presence, so after standing up and giving a curt nod his way, Reena aimed to wait for her Elezen partner outside of the Adventurer’s Guild, seeing that there wasn’t much to say or do inside of it.
Maybe the night sky would clear one’s mind easier.
In the end, maybe it was better to finish whatever one was doing, and call it a day. As indicated by the Viera beforehand, the Innkeeper remained quietly behind their post, ready to help and guide whoever needed commendations for the night —and since Reena had told them, it would cost them nothing to request a room for that night.
Things would go smoothly, until the next sunrise…
Outside of the Adventurer’s Guild, Reena and Lamont would be the first ones to regroup, with M’Lyn following shortly after. The sky was clear and pure blue, not a single cloud to be seen as the sun showed its unforgiving heat upon the desert city. Once Kujo joined the group, Reena nodded to herself, turning her back towards the group and raising her hand forward, a more than familiar light surrounding the entire group.
Within the blink of an eye, the team would find themselves at the Airship Docks. Unlike at night-time, the docks were bustling with activity, mostly from those who managed the airships. Seemingly knowing where to head to next, it was Lamont that led the way, calm and collected despite his pace showcasing some urgency, while Reena didn’t seem as rushed, despite her earlier comments. Without a single spoken word, the group would be past the small iron gate, and nearing one of the airships docked suspended in the air.
“Well, looks like you came on time —as usual.”
Greeting the group was a Lalafell and a Roegadyn, both wearing similar attires and goggles covering their eyes with dark lenses. While Reena was quick to give them a warm wave and a smile, Lamont begged to differ, approaching the Roegadyn without tact.
“Then, is the Enterprise ready as Reena requested?” he asked. “Yup —all aboard to Mor Dhona!” the Roegadyn replied, thumping firmly against his chest, “You could’ve let us know before, though —we would’ve gotten to where you were to pick you guys up.” “Not much to do there…” “These two are Biggs and Wedge” Reena introduced them to Kujo and M’Lyn, “They’re engineers working under Cid, and members of Garlond Ironworks. With them by our side, getting to Mor Dhona will be a matter of seconds!” “Get on board already, if you’re that rushed!” the Lalafell hurried, “You said it yourself, Lamont —you don’t want to keep Y’shtola and Alphinaud waiting, do you?!” “Right, right…”
The airship itself was much smaller than the ones M’Lyn had showed Kujo earlier, yet the shape was somewhat similar. On the blue canopies of cloth, the same emblem as the uniforms Biggs and Wedge wore was sewn, most likely property of said Ironworks. The boarding deck was firmly built up and connected to the bridge of the ship, suited as a small step of stairs for people to board without much trouble.
Once everyone was up, the airship would take slowly at first in order to leave the Airship Docks —yet it would be a matter of seconds before they began to pick up pace and soar through the sea of clouds above.
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Post by hoodwink on Jul 9, 2021 13:20:12 GMT -5
Truthfully, he found humor in Reena’s immediate reaction. ”I don’t plan on doing anything else—and that includes performing.” The fact that she puffed out her cheeks only caused Kujo to smirk as he inhaled his vice, reminded too much wholly of someone else he knew in that moment. While the Viera made her exit, the colorfully clad man gave a gruff nod in response to her own before grimacing and scowling at the smoke hanging in the air. Tch—can’t I catch a break? Why was he reminded of her, at a time like this? Damn it. Were they getting under his skin? Shaking the thought off, Kujo finished his cigarette how he enjoyed—in solitude. After finishing his vice, he’d butt it out in a nearby candle holder on the wooden table before bringing the empty cup back to the bar. Handing off the finished vessel and giving a brief word of thanks to the barkeep, Momodi, Kujo inquired about which room he’d be able to stay in before taking the keys and heading out accordingly.
Not that he really needed sleep—but what else was there to do, if he was stuck for the night?
Gathering out front of the Adventurer’s Guild, Kujo oozed impatience and readiness as everyone arrived. Finally. He’d slept a bit, but mostly been making sure time wasn’t escaping them too fast. Lid hadn’t alerted them to anything, not that that quelled all of the stoic man’s paranoia. FLASH! Grimacing as a vaguely familiar light surrounded them, Kujo found himself standing in a now bustling dock, the airships docked and roaring with activity as both crew and passengers boarded or handled cargo. Tch—of course. The place was packed, despite the spaciousness spread out along the spider-web like pathways. ”Well, looks like you came on time—as usual.” The two that greeted the crew were stark contrasts of each other, a short Lalafell perched next to a massive Roegadyn—though their attire mimicked each other’s almost perfectly. ”Then, is the Enterprise ready, as Reena requested?” It seemed Lamont hardly had patience to mince casual niceties, something Kujo was very thankful for.
”Yup—all aboard to Mor Dhona!” Thumping their chest, the large Roegadyn’s voice boomed, their size even larger than Kujo’s own. It was mildly refreshing, not being the largest in a crowd. It allowed him to stand out less (well, it probably would, if it wasn’t for his odd and colorful wardrobe choices). ”These two are Biggs and Wedge.” Reena was the one to tackle introductions, or at least, half of them. Kujo didn’t know and didn’t care who this ‘Cid’ was, but it seemed like they were a big deal in regards to the engineering on this world. ”Get on board already, if you’re that rushed!” The smaller of the two (Kujo assumed Wedge, because why would the taller of the two not be named Biggs?) chimed in, urging them aboard while mentioning a name he hadn’t heard yet. Alphinaud? While everyone began to board the somewhat smaller Airship perched at its designated dock, the stoic man found himself shrugging the thought off. If it was a name that mattered to what he and M’Lyn were here to do, she’d have mentioned it—right?
As the vessel took off from the dock, Kujo found himself drawn towards the edge of the deck, glancing around the sky around them as they drifted away from the constructed bank and into the clouds. It was definitely different than flying in the Almira. Way more different than airplanes and helicopters, too. Despite the newness, Kujo didn’t feel much exhilaration or anxiety—merely acceptance of this new bizarre vehicle that careened through the air despite its size with engines and rotors that both seemed somewhat obsolete and hi-tech all at once. Shit. He was getting too used to these bizarre adventures—and bizarre adventurers. Despite the otherwise ‘lax’ environment he found himself in, Kujo couldn’t allow himself to not be vigilant. While remaining at the edge of the deck, the tall man would observe the skies for any signs of interlopers, monstrous creatures or anything else that would both serve as an obstacle and major annoyance.
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