Log: 14 // Date: (3rd week, Jan. 2009)

[withoutvenat]

Final touches are about complete…

She would have appreciated this.

Comments

[flyfromnobility]

And what exactly are you doing?

[withoutvenat]

Hm. As if it is of interest to you.

[flyfromnobility]

Of course it is. Who knows what brand of chaos these contraptions of yours will wreak?

[withoutvenat]

And to think I once had hopes for you appreciating to the science of it all. How disappointing. Nonetheless, as long as you do not get on the wrong end of my 'contraptions' they will not 'wreak chaos' upon you, as you would put it.

[flyfromnobility]

Oh, no doubt I'd be able to appreciate what work went into it. It's the creator I don't trust.

[withoutvenat]

How shameful, Ffamran! And to think I have been quite trustworthy in my time here. Ah, but being unnoticed is preferable, after all.

[flyfromnobility]

((After he glances up at Cid's replies to Fran~...))

Protection. Now, if you had said such, we wouldn't have had to have this conversation on trust now, would we?

[withoutvenat]

Nonsense. I trust you would have found out eventually. You've had to survive this long somehow, after all.

[flyfromnobility]

I've been on the business end of enough of your contraptions to prefer not to find out.

[withoutvenat]

You really must relax, Ffamran. Their firepower is minimal currently, as unfortunate as that is. Besides, who knows when they could actually save your life, with the trouble you seemingly find yourself in.

[flyfromnobility]

And you'd really provide me with support?

[withoutvenat]

It is all based on the situation.

[flyfromnobility]

Such as...?

1/2

[withoutvenat]

((... no he really doesn't want to answer this. Sigh.))

2/2

[withoutvenat]

Ba'Gamnan.

[flyfromnobility]

And here I was thinking that a fluke. Looks as though the old man has a heart after all.

((He has no idea how to deal with this and so he'll default to sarcasm...ish.))