You've Got a Lot to Learn [Open]
In the short weeks she'd spent mourning the loss of her world and keeping her own counsel as to the unique opportunity it'd given her with its destruction (she was, if anything, opportunistic), Celes had felt she was finally ready to step out of her bubble and learn more about the denizens of the ship. Not everything could be gleaned from quietly observing the ebb and flow of faces and half-understood conversation amongst the many people of Stacy.
It was, for a woman of Celes' caliber and bearing, absolutely infuriating to simply not understand. That idea, that reality that something was going on and to not have some handhold to scrabble hopelessly onto made the young woman curse. She made her way down into the vehicle depot (it could only be a depot, what with all those weapons around) and with a little help from Stacy, Celes found one thing she could understand.
Magitek Armor.
It was ugly, true, and not as sleek looking as some of the other suits (did the one she'd just passed growl at her?) but it reeked of home, bittersweet. Of Balance. Of Vector. Celes hoisted herself up into the machine with an oomph and settled into the firm leather of the seat. The array before her looked like it hadn't been touched in ages. A fine layer of dust covered the console as she wiped it away with a finger. Wasn't that disgraceful?
Still, it started just fine, the hiss of steam and the shaking jerk of the suit was familiar and almost heartwarming.
"Well then, shall we?" Celes patted the machine and put her hands on the control stick.
CLONKCLANKCLONKCLANKCLONKCLONKCLONK.
Just like riding a chocobo!
It was, for a woman of Celes' caliber and bearing, absolutely infuriating to simply not understand. That idea, that reality that something was going on and to not have some handhold to scrabble hopelessly onto made the young woman curse. She made her way down into the vehicle depot (it could only be a depot, what with all those weapons around) and with a little help from Stacy, Celes found one thing she could understand.
Magitek Armor.
It was ugly, true, and not as sleek looking as some of the other suits (did the one she'd just passed growl at her?) but it reeked of home, bittersweet. Of Balance. Of Vector. Celes hoisted herself up into the machine with an oomph and settled into the firm leather of the seat. The array before her looked like it hadn't been touched in ages. A fine layer of dust covered the console as she wiped it away with a finger. Wasn't that disgraceful?
Still, it started just fine, the hiss of steam and the shaking jerk of the suit was familiar and almost heartwarming.
"Well then, shall we?" Celes patted the machine and put her hands on the control stick.
CLONKCLANKCLONKCLANKCLONKCLONKCLONK.
Just like riding a chocobo!