[there's the sound of an impatient sigh followed by the unmistakable sound of a chocobo's complacent wrrg]
There isn't much point in following me, you know. They'll miss you at that park... wherever it's gone... sooner or later.
[a questioning wark? and then the soft sound of a reluctant skritching]You're desert-born, aren't you? I had a mount
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Ah! Chocobo!!
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Why, if it isn't the blitzball teacher. You know birds?
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[and since this is a subject he has some personal interest in, he leans forward around the line of the seated chocobo's neck to look properly at her]
It's not common to find this degree of darkness to the feathers, I know.
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Odd.
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[oh, he hadn't realized the book was on... sneaky thing, this... he picks it up to look at her clearly]
What is?
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She's a chocobo. You don't have them in your world?
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For this, he is known as Adrammelech the Wroth; doomed to walk the Mist until time's end.
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Wark... [STARE]
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The giant dog is imitating the chocobo. Sephiroth stares back.]
Hello.
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Oh, err, sorry. I've just never seen a... uhh... that, before. [Awkward smile]
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She is a chocobo. They are used in my world for terrain-riding and in carriage lines.
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And why the need for such secrecy, stranger?
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An acquaintance of mine mentioned that you may be an individual of a similar mindset... tell me, have you heard anything about one of the newer individuals named Kefka Palazzo?
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I was out in the desert for a while. I have not kept up. I know we share respectable positions on the town's danger list.
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