I don't think we're in Ivalice anymore, Venat. [Active]
Character(s): Dr. Cid and Venat and anyone who wants to stare at someone 'talking to himself.'
Content: Entrance.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Evening
Warnings: hmm...
He gazed around through his glasses, rolling his head to the side, quite curiously, and perhaps a bit confused. There was a small crowd of mismatched fools near him and he watched, silently, skeptically. And then after a moment he leaned back, dropping his arms to his side, eyes widening a fraction. “No, I don’t particularly recognize this place, myself,” he said deeply, seemingly to no one in particular. He eyed the gate of giants, rolled his head to the other side, then tilted it up. “Domes. Doesn’t seem to be high on technology.” Glance at the dark sky. “No airships in sight… What’s that, Venat?” He frowned, nose wrinkling. “No Mist? That is quite unfortunate.”
He moved passed the group he had been watching, and walked around the line, weaving around the few stray people, glancing at the booth. He began to chuckle for no reason at all. “Yes, I noticed that as well.” He laughed again, then moved to the front of the line, leaning in far too close to look at the man behind the counter. “Pardon me, but my colleague and I can’t help but wonder that this place isn’t anywhere located on Ivalice.”
The man stared and leaned away. “This is Paixao. Your name, please?”
He pulled back, looked to his side, and seemed to ignore the man asking for his name. After a moment and a head tilt, he glanced back. “Doctor Cidolfus Demen Bunansa.”
“Uh…” the man blinked and the good doctor smirked, just a bit.
He gazed around through his glasses, rolling his head to the side, quite curiously, and perhaps a bit confused.
“Too much for you, boy?”
“This journal is for you.”
“Ah, so there is a bit of technology in this small place. Thank you, m’boy.” He chuckled, glancing the device over. “Oh no, it may be useful,” he said, and the man looked at him oddly. Cid ignored him and moved toward the gate again, looking behind at the bright grass. Curious, that. This place did seem interesting, but it was putting a roadblock in his plans, and he had to wonder if those fool pirates and the princess had taken his bait already. How long would it be until he would see those results? He frowned deeply, nodding a bit. “Yes, this is quite a problem we’ve found ourselves in. …Idea? No, none. And if you can’t even figure it out, then it seems like we’ll just have to delve into this mysterious city.”
He stepped in, making observations on every detail, keeping track of it in his mind, commenting once awhile. The fact that stood out the most still bothered him some, however. No Mist. That meant that the only bit of it they had to work with was in his fragments of manufacted necithite. Hopefully they would not need it any time soon.
“Well, might as well begin our research, hm?”
Content: Entrance.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Evening
Warnings: hmm...
He gazed around through his glasses, rolling his head to the side, quite curiously, and perhaps a bit confused. There was a small crowd of mismatched fools near him and he watched, silently, skeptically. And then after a moment he leaned back, dropping his arms to his side, eyes widening a fraction. “No, I don’t particularly recognize this place, myself,” he said deeply, seemingly to no one in particular. He eyed the gate of giants, rolled his head to the other side, then tilted it up. “Domes. Doesn’t seem to be high on technology.” Glance at the dark sky. “No airships in sight… What’s that, Venat?” He frowned, nose wrinkling. “No Mist? That is quite unfortunate.”
He moved passed the group he had been watching, and walked around the line, weaving around the few stray people, glancing at the booth. He began to chuckle for no reason at all. “Yes, I noticed that as well.” He laughed again, then moved to the front of the line, leaning in far too close to look at the man behind the counter. “Pardon me, but my colleague and I can’t help but wonder that this place isn’t anywhere located on Ivalice.”
The man stared and leaned away. “This is Paixao. Your name, please?”
He pulled back, looked to his side, and seemed to ignore the man asking for his name. After a moment and a head tilt, he glanced back. “Doctor Cidolfus Demen Bunansa.”
“Uh…” the man blinked and the good doctor smirked, just a bit.
He gazed around through his glasses, rolling his head to the side, quite curiously, and perhaps a bit confused.
“Too much for you, boy?”
“This journal is for you.”
“Ah, so there is a bit of technology in this small place. Thank you, m’boy.” He chuckled, glancing the device over. “Oh no, it may be useful,” he said, and the man looked at him oddly. Cid ignored him and moved toward the gate again, looking behind at the bright grass. Curious, that. This place did seem interesting, but it was putting a roadblock in his plans, and he had to wonder if those fool pirates and the princess had taken his bait already. How long would it be until he would see those results? He frowned deeply, nodding a bit. “Yes, this is quite a problem we’ve found ourselves in. …Idea? No, none. And if you can’t even figure it out, then it seems like we’ll just have to delve into this mysterious city.”
He stepped in, making observations on every detail, keeping track of it in his mind, commenting once awhile. The fact that stood out the most still bothered him some, however. No Mist. That meant that the only bit of it they had to work with was in his fragments of manufacted necithite. Hopefully they would not need it any time soon.
“Well, might as well begin our research, hm?”