EC Session 4.3

Morning, Boltember 2 Merday.
Pak yawwwns and stretches, curled up next to Sakha.
The castle's beds have been a dramatic change from your usual accommodations. Even the previous evening's boat quarters were not this comfy.
ORN quietly enjoys a little corner of the place no one will miss
Pak slept incredibly well~
Hector wakes up alone in a large bed made for two. //"…dammit. I thought it was for real this time." He sits up.
Cassandra_Lionheart rolls over on the bed, and looks at ORN.
The scent of food tickles your nostrils. Save for ORN, but even he sees the glitter of quartz on a tray nearby.
ORN: "… ."
ORN quietly gets up and sneaks towards the tray
A second glance corrects the perception - the quartz IS the tray. Everyone else's food is atop it.
[OOC] Pak: ORN has expensive taste.
[OOC] ORN: … they just want the food on it. its all good.
Cassandra_Lionheart gets up, and puts on her normal clothes and walks out to the food pile, and gawks.
[OOC] WC GM: This is the royal castle. Royalty is presumed to have expensive tastes.
[OOC] ORN: ».» this unit ain't complainin
Pak wonders if buzzing Sakha would be a rude way to wake her up…
Felicia rolls over beneath her covers with a yawn.
[OOC] Pak: …Oh what the HECK?!
Hector blinks sleepily. "…somethin' smells good, and it's not…oh, geez, I just woke up and I'm being perverted?"
Cassandra_Lionheart grabs a plate, and puts everything she can on it
ORN: "They won't miss this right?"
ORN takes the tray
[OOC] Pak: There was just thunder outside. And it's SNOWING. D:
[OOC] Felicia: Hahaha
[OOC] ORN: …. cool!
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: thundersnow! Awesome!)0
[OOC] Pak: Thundersnow actually is pretty cool
[OOC] Hector: Thundersnow sounds metal.
[OOC] WC GM: Thundersnow~!
[OOC] Pak: But hopefully my power doesn't go out or anything
Ahiru slips out of bed to a morning meal of veggies. She's in the royal apartments because of the whole heir thing now…
Cassandra_Lionheart sits down and waves to Ahiru as she walks by.
[OOC] WC GM: Thunder…thunder…thundersnow FAAAAAALL!!! ^_^;
[OOC] WC GM: Right, I'll stop w/that line now.
Hector morning routine: stretching, jumping jacks, getting dressed, etc. He took a bath last night.
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: heh…
Cassandra Lionheart: "Hi Ahiru. How did you sleep?"
[OOC] Ahiru: Are we supposed to be all in the same room?
[OOC] Hector: I assume we all slept in rooms in close proximity, but we all had our own rooms, and now the food's on a tray in the hallway.
[OOC] Pak: Yes.
Pak sniff sniff
Pak starts stirring. "Food?"
[OOC] WC GM: What Hector said.
[OOC] WC GM: Ahiru in particular got her own room, as noted.
[OOC] Hector: HA HA.
[OOC] ORN: There never was a tray
[OOC] Ahiru: It's a castle so I figured that it'd be taken inside by servants… I mean it's royalty, not hotel room service
[OOC] WC GM: Sure there was. Much how ORN might try to hide it. :P
[OOC] WC GM: Re: the tray
[OOC] ORN: That's This Unit's story and This Unit is sticking with it!
Pak buzzes Sakha. "Wake up, Sis! Food!"
ORN: "The others should have awakened by now."
Hector is lured into the hallway by the scent of food.
Sakha blushes and yells, glaring at Pak
Cassandra_Lionheart looks and waves to Hector "Good morning. Plate?" *hands him one*
Pak giggles a little. "Come on~ Don't you want delicious food~?"
Hector blinks, takes the plate from Cassie.
Pak: "It's fit for royalty, so it's gonna be expensive and exciting. Plus you don't gotta pay for it!"
ORN nods
ORN: "Quite delicious"
Hector: "No, I was just going to put my face into the food and eat until I passed out."
ORN looks at hector
Cassandra Lionheart: "What? I can't help out, and give you a plate? Goodness. I repay you for all the times you command, and you do nothing..but…blink…EWWWW!"
Pak hops up and gets himself dressed!
ORN: "Pass it this way if you do no longer require it."
ORN eyeing the plates
Sakha looks at Pak askance and getting dressed she walks out as if she doesn't have a care… but she doesn't comment and heads straight to the food
The hallway is the entranceway to the royal suite. King's bedchambers lay nearby; Regent stumbles out from them, apparenlty half-awake.
Pak: "Regent! You're okay. <3"
Regent: "Oh! Morning."
Cassandra_Lionheart looks at the Regent and smiles "Good Morning. Ho are you feeling?"
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: how
Regent's head is heavily bandaged, but her stumbling is nothinig more than a recently woken not-morning-person might incur.
Hector sighs. "Sarcasm, SARCASM. Geez, get your eyes checked."
Regent: "I've got a splitting headache. I gather I owe all of you my life?"
Pak looks at the food…
ORN nods
Cassandra Lionheart: "I was joking Hector. Goodness stop flying off the handle."
ORN: "Most especially these two"
Pak grabs something rare!
ORN looks to cassie and sakha
Felicia 's nose tingles. She sits herself up with a stretch. She wraps her blanket around her and heads into the hallway, grumbling before grabbing something off the tray and putting it in her mouth. She heading back to her quarters half-asleep.
Pak eats it.
Hector: "I was talking to Orn."
Pak wonders what he just ate.
Hector gets a plateful of food and goes back into his room to eat.
Cassandra Lionheart: "It was nothing Regent, I did what I could do to help save you."
*smiles*
Regent picks up a carrot. "…I was wondering if they'd started to import these yet." And begins chewing on it.
ORN: "ACK!"
ORN: "Careful! Such ammunition is explosive!"
Pak: "…"
Regent: "Huh?"
Cassandra_Lionheart walks towards the Regent, and hugs her "I am glad you are up though."
ORN stares at the unexploded shell
Regent falters a bit in Cassandra's hug.
The carrot fails to detonate…yet.
Pak grabs more rare food. What are these unusual flavors~?
Cassandra_Lionheart blushes, and helps stand her straight up again.
Cassandra Lionheart: "Ah, so, Regent, um..Awww."
Regent: "Hmm…oh! I remember now. As I was fading in and out of consciousness last night, I heard them say something about mixing food from the three regions."
Regent: "That must be why this carrot tastes a little funny. They must've soaked it in that…ale…stuff."
Pak: "…Ale…?"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Um, do you want me to help you for a bit Regent?"
ORN: ".. … … maybe… to disarm it?"
ORN eyes the thing suspiciously some more
Ahiru eats her veggies
Regent begins to shake her head, then winces. "No, I'll be fine."
Sakha taks a healthy portion of everything
Cassandra Lionheart: "Okay, Regent."
*goes back to her plate, and feasts.*
Pak nomnoms, looking for something that looks interesting.
Ahiru omnomnoms her veggies
Regent: "By the way, your friend seemed quite eager to be out and about this morning. I gather he went to the stables, to tend to Trombe."
Pak: "…"
Felicia exits her room once more, this time fully dressed, and seemingly more attentive.
Pak swears.
Cassandra Lionheart: "Hm? Whom?"
Pak: "T_T Fakir."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Oh…Heh."
Ahiru looks up.
Pak: "I swear, when we get to Elfland I am going to find a Fakir-tracking device or something."
Cassandra_Lionheart giggles at Pak's comment
ORN nods
Regent: "He said he promised to stay with Trombe until you were ready to leave. He seemed quite insistent on getting that message through."
ORN: "… Does this mean both he and Trombe will be missing now?"
Regent: "I think he meant he'd stay with Trombe at the stables."
Pak: "Okay…"
Regent: "Unless he's taking Trombe out for a ride while waiting."
She shrugs.
Hector finishes eating and puts his plate on the lower part of the wheeled thingy.
Pak relaxes, grabs something, and throws it into his mouth.
Cassandra_Lionheart finishes her plate, and goes to the Regent again and whispers into her ear "To bad you couldn't give me a quick lesson in that magic."
Regent smiles. "Perhaps another time."
Cassandra_Lionheart nods "We just need a map of Mer's area. We should be back after finding Pyre."
Regent: "Of course. …if we can find out where Mer lives. The sea is quite vast."
Regent: "And so far, there doesn't seem to be an easy way to the north."
Cassandra_Lionheart nods "But it should be hard to find an anomally in the life under his influence."
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: shouldn't
Hector remembers something. "Hey, Regent. Got a request for ya."
Regent: "There have been a few reports of something wierd to the south."
Regent looks to Hector. "Oh?"
Hector sighs. "Y'know, this is kinda the reason for why I'm here, but we keep getting pulled along on other shit."
Hector: "Anyway, what I wanted to ask was if you could make sure Shaft doesn't get screwed over with food prices anymore."
Hector: "Back with the previous king, food was so expensive me 'n Pak 'n Cassie 'n some others just stole it."
Cassandra Lionheart: "The south? Okay."
*runs into the room, and gathers her items, and puts her Cute Armor on*
ORN: "hm…"
Regent smiles. "I had…heard of King's practices in that regard. It will take some time to completely undo, but I promise I shall work on it. I *am* the Regent now."
Hector: "Our land sucks, or else we'd just grow our own."
Hector: "Thanks."
He sighs. Well, that's a load off his mind.
Regent: "The pardon should help. Plus, I gather that Shaft may be the only remaining group of people outside the cities. Their expertise will be quite valuable in completely reclaiming this land."
Regent: "Is there anything else you need of me before you head off?"
ORN: "Forestburg's remains may contain surviving standard frames. These should likely be collected and given working orders to avoid theft or misuse."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Not that I can think of Regent. You need some rest."
*hugs her again, and smiles* "I am just very glad you are alive."
Regent: "Frames…you mean, more of your kind?"
Pak cleans his plate.
Pak hands it to ORN.
ORN grabs the plate and sparkles, but shakes head
Regent leans into Cassandra's hug. "Trust me, I am glad to be alive."
ORN: "Unlikely. Cadet units may have departed on their own, but non-autonomous guardians should still be present."
ORN: "Several were most valiant in their neverending war against lawn growth."
Cassandra_Lionheart blushes, and kisses her on the cheek "I know."
Hector chuckles at Orn treating lawn-mowing like a serious matter.
Regent blushes a bit at the kiss. "I shall have someone see to lab you came from."
Cassandra_Lionheart gently lets go of the Regnet, and walks over to ORN "No worries, if we find more models of you, we will make sure they are all right."
Pak: "Okay!"
ORN stares at cassie
Pak points!
Pak: "Let's go to LAVALAND."
ORN: "This Unit is more worried about certain sociopathic magi attempting to take them over to attack you."
ORN nods at pak
Cassandra Lionheart: "Oh great. Why did I sell the Ice plate for again?"
Regent: "…wait. Crystal units? I'd heard of crystal golems being used as gardeners to repair Forestburg after a fire not too long ago."
Cassandra_Lionheart looks at ORN and sighs "Yeah, my "mother" // //
Felicia: "Hmph."
Pak: "Huh?"
Pak: "Oh yeah, that fire."
Cassandra_Lionheart nods "Where we saw my sister first."
Felicia: "…?"
ORN: "Sister?"
Sakha: "I don't think your mom would cause destruction Cassie, she seemed all White magic and against devastation."
ORN stares at the Regent
ORN: "Most units are crystal. The Creators thought it was prettier. Officially budget claims were made expressing the importance of crystals in their enchantment, however ».»"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yes, but I wouldn't be surprised if she was trying to stop me from helping the world."
Regent: "Sorry, I don't know much about them."
She shrugs. "I've only been Regent for about a day, and most of that time was spent unconscious."
Cassandra_Lionheart looks at Regent and nods
Pak rar~
Pak: "Okay."
ORN: "This Series mostly uses similar standard frames. Those not self-concious will be limited in self-modification but no less useful."
ORN gets closer
ORN: "But somewhat… dumber…."
ORN: "very specific orders. please."
Regent: "Understood."
Cassandra Lionheart: "anyways.."
*adjusts her armor* "Shall we get going? I think the Regent is still under orders to lay down, right?
ORN nods
ORN: "Random was under specific instructions to ensure she remains in bed. It should be fine."
ORN: "… even if those were her own."
Regent blushes. "Umm…Random's the one in bed just now…I-I should go check on him again…"
Cassandra_Lionheart nods "Regent, be safe please."
Pak: "…h.h;"
Regent nods, then returns to King's bedchambers.
Cassandra_Lionheart smiles, and looks to ORN "Ready?"
Pak: "…Okay!"
Hector: "C'mon. Let's not overstay our welcome."
ORN nods
Pak finishes off some food!" // //
Pak: "Let's go to LAVALAND!"
ORN finishes off a plate
Ahiru oms a last carrot and hops off the chair and follows after.
Cassandra_Lionheart giggles at Pak, and follows him
Sakha finishes her plate casually and takes her time walking out.
Felicia tosses something in her mouth, and grabs her sword and bag.
Hector grabs his stuff, which he left by the bed.
Cassandra_Lionheart gets her bag from her room, and gets back to being close to ORN, and looks up to him.
Cassandra Lionheart: "ORN, why didn't you sit on the bed with me last night?"
ORN: "The bed seemed rather…. flimsy"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Ah. I see."
*goes to his ear* "If you wanted me to sleep with you, you can ask, okay, brother?"
Pak heads down to the stable where Fakir and Trombe are.
ORN: "nonsense. This Unit is always willing. >.>"
ORN sparkles and nods
Cassandra_Lionheart blushes, and hugs ORN
ORN hugs and sparkles some more
The moment you step out of the castle, Trombe snatches the group up while running by.
[OOC] WC GM: BGM: http:/‘`/www.wingedcat.org/rps/``electricchocobo.mid
Pak eek~!
Hector: "…wha?!"
Fakir: "Ahh, good morning. Shall we get out of here now?"
Fakir seems a little paniced.
Pak: "Um… sure… But what’s going on?"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yeah."
*gets picked up with ORN*
ORN nods
ORN: "You… didn't run?"
Felicia blinks, disheveled. "…"
Sakha: "There's a first time for everything."
Fakir: "They almost recogniz-Iii mean, the sooner we get going, the sooner we can save the world, right?"
Pak: "…"
ORN: "Recognized?"
Felicia: "…"
Pak grabs Fakir's ear.
Pak: "T_T Explain NOW PLZ."
Fakir: "Ow!"
Fakir: "Leggo!"
Cassandra_Lionheart looks at Fakir "Okay, what is going on?"
ORN: "You should be more straightforward. Your escapes cause Ahiru much grief."
ORN picks up Ahiru and places her in front of him
ORN: "You don't want to cause such an adorable one grief do you?"
Ahiru pouts. "Don't hurt him…"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yeah. Time to be truthful…for her!"
Cassandra_Lionheart points to Ahiru
ORN: "All have their own problems. Together they can be overcome with extreme violence, ensuring the safety and happiness of all."
Fakir: "Umm…ahh…I mean…."
Trombe runs to the north, easily clearing the river in one leap.
Pak casts Blink to make Ahiru look sparkly and cute.
Cassandra Lionheart: "Spill it Fakir!"
((intimidation?))
[OOC] WC GM: Sure.
ORN sparkles to provide her some extra background
Cassandra Lionheart rolled 1d100 and got 27 for a total of 27
Pak wonders when he learned that spell. >_>
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: pass by 35
Fakir: "Alright, alright! I'm King's son!"
Pak: "O_O"
ORN: "… … … … … …"
Pak: "SHOCK"
ORN: "… … … ."
Cassandra Lionheart: "oh..oh..that was it?"
*blinks*
Pak lets go of Fak-ear.
ORN: "but there's no one… … … …"
ORN stares
ORN: "Biggs?"
Pak: "Who was your mom- NOO."
Pak punches ORN instinctively. It is less than effective.
ORN stares at pak
Pak ow…
ORN: "It WOULD be funnier that way"
Sakha: "The King was married before… But he found ou she wasn't 100% human…"
Pak: "huh?"
Cassandra_Lionheart hugs Fakir "Goodness, so you were afriad of being found, sir?"
ORN: "? This is a problem?"
Hector: "Heh, bastard sons."
Pak looks at Sakha.
Fakir: "Exactly. I left when my dad divorced my mom like that."
Sakha: "What? It's standard history."
Pak: "Oh. So what was your mom then?"
Fakir: "Human, but not pureblood."
ORN: "The Creators stated Love, Mass and Acceleration conquer all…"
Felicia: "Indeed."
Cassandra_Lionheart looks at ORN and blinks
ORN looks at Cassie
ORN: "The last two are for when the first fails."
Fakir: "I didn't want to believe my father could just…reject my mother that way. So I looked around, trying to figure out what was wrong with the world."
Hector: "Bolt's influence?"
ORN: "hm. And what did you find?"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Oh, okay, ORN."
Fakir: "Eventually, I got in contact with Grav, who enlightened me."
Fakir: "Even Grav's words sounded a bit off, but they were the best lead I had."
[OOC] Ahiru: You know… even that is kinda lie Tutu… Fakir is descended from the villain :3
[OOC] WC GM: Yep. But only kinda. ;)
Fakir: "I heard my mother took on a new name, and new lovers. I never tried to look her up."
Fakir: "Because by then, I was too busy trying to save everyone."
Ahiru: "Grav sent me after you because it was important he did… Nothing happened til we came along…"
Cassandra Lionheart: "I'm sorry, Fakir. I didn't mean to pressure you into revealing it like that."
Fakir: "Yes. You succeeded where I failed, it seems. I fled from Bolt, not wanting to confront the corruption of my home until I was stronger. I could not prevail against Milf, so I made my way to the Dwarven caves. And…you know the story from there."
Hector isn't listening, and is instead inspecting Trombe for good places to put weapons.
[OOC] WC GM: Awareness, Hector.
Hector rolled 1d100 and got 60 ( Total: 60 ) **
[OOC] Hector: Pass by 20 on an 80, if it's a straight roll.
Trombe seems to be sporting a few weapons already. Difficult to discern their nature, though.
Hector: "Hm."
*studies them some more!*
ORN nods
ORN: "You needed heavier weapons?"
[OOC] Hector: Trombe should combine with something else to become GURREN TROMBE.
Fakir: "No. I needed friends."
ORN: "Ah."
Hector rolled 1d100 and got 40 ( Total: 40 )
Pak watches the wind blow~
[OOC] Hector: 'nother attempt at studying weapons!
Cassandra_Lionheart adjusts her armor again
[OOC] Hector: So it's a pass by 40 this time.
[OOC] WC GM: There's nothing more to learn at this time.
[OOC] Hector: That's a totally canned response.
ORN: "You have some now. Running away again would not be recomended."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yes, Fakir. We will help sort this out."
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: brb
Trombe has a few cannon-looking things. Hector sees enough to recognize that these are weapons he would need a lot of time and study to learn the inner workings of.
Pak: "Where should we hit first? The Elvaan sectors of that huge city?"
[OOC] Hector: I need some kind of…mechanical working skill!
Fakir: "Actually, I was thinking the Volcannon."
ORN wonders what Hector's doing over there
[OOC] Felicia: <-weapon systems ftw
ORN: "The Volcannon is too large to mount on Trombe."
[OOC] WC GM: Weapon Systems, Lore: Magitek, that kind of thing.
[OOC] Hector: Weapons System is just study, or is it construction too?
[OOC] ORN: I good at those. but hector hasn't asked ;p
[OOC] WC GM: Weapon Systems is operation
[OOC] WC GM: Construction is Crafting.
[OOC] WC GM: Lore is knowing the theory behind the stuff.
[OOC] Hector: But…but…I'm the main character! I should be piloting!
[OOC] Hector: Pak can do weapon system operation.
[OOC] Felicia: You dont have any piloting skills either :p
[OOC] Hector: Hector GARmont.
[OOC] ORN: er, no, you should be pointing heroicly off the bridge while someone competant does that
[OOC] Hector: SHUT UP. I WILL ONE DAY.
[OOC] WC GM: The captain is not necessarily the crack shot security officer, nor the engineer.
[OOC] Hector: Tengen Toppa Gurren Trombe is not big enough to be a battleship, though having six pilots would ensure we'd never run out of SP.
[OOC] WC GM: That said, these things are learnable, now that you've got an IC reason to learn 'em.
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: back
[OOC] Pak: …K, that was silly.
Hector sighs. "Maybe one day."
[OOC] Pak: We'll be running into a Teacher soon, though.
[OOC] Pak: Anyway
[OOC] Hector: Valzacatrombe? TTGT? Guntrombe? Gaogaitrombe?
Pak: "Volcannon…?"
Fakir: "Wasn't there some kind of shrine in its middle?"
ORN nods
Fakir: "Now that Gaia's out of the way, I wonder if it could be fired again."
Hector: "Y'sure that'd be a good idea? Look what happened last time."
ORN: "Not necessarily recommended… It is still not certain whether the firing attempt in itself caused the earlier cataclysm and insanity in the spirits."
Sakha: "The moogles have no hope of it… the moon thing is out of alignment now or something…"
fakir: "No, I'm not sure. If those are the controls, it might be best to secure them to prevent someone else from triggering them by accident."
Cassandra_Lionheart nods with everybody
ORN: "An alternative may be possible. Arming Trombe with a primary weapon similar to that found on Felicia's ship could prove effective given some modifications"
Pak: "…Oh, that's a good point."
ORN: "… This Unit could use one of those too."
Pak: "If we can't take Trombe to Elfland, he could stay and guard it."
Hector: "If Trombe's gonna have some kind of huge cannon, he may have to dock with a larger thing in order to fire it."
Trombe: "Magma transit possible."
Sakha: "Let's get moving, we can chat along the way."
It takes but a few hours to reach Mountainsburg. Without ceremony, Trombe simply runs through town, up to the hole, and jumps in. People scatter to avoid the mechanical bird.
ORN: "Trombe still requires weaponry however. Or ammunition for that primary catapult."
Mere minutes later finds you at the Volcannon. Again without ceremony, Trombe charges in, runs along the magma surface, then jumps up to the communications center.
Pak eeks! "O_O"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Well, right now, it is scary enough."
Fakir: "…okay, that was…unexpected."
Pak: "…Where are we? o.o"
Cassandra_Lionheart looks arounds
The shrine where you contacted the Moogle seems much like you left it.
Hector: "Right, so…how do we secure someplace if we're going to be elsewhere?"
Pak: "We could break it. Gently."
Sakha moves to th communications array and activates it again, wondering if it will work.
Same rock suspended over the magma, same bridges linking it to the rock outside - the hole faaar above shines the blue of a daytime sky, though.
The array flickers to life.
Cassandra Lionheart: "Well, let us hope the Moogle is around."
ORN nods
After half a minute, Aerie walks into the view window.
Aerie: "…you again."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yes, sir."
ORN grumbles a bit
Aerie frowns a bit. "I'm a girl, if you had not noticed."
Hector: "Cassie, shut up and leave the talking to Sakha."
ORN: "If you have calmed down, This Group requires information on exactly what happened. Firing may be required once more in the near future…"
Cassandra_Lionheart blushes "Sorry madam." *throws a glare at Hector*
Aside from the color of her fur, there does not seem to be much particularly feminine about this Moogle.
Aerie: "…fine. What do you wish to know?"
[OOC] Hector: Dialogue tree?
Pak looks around the area.
ORN: "This Group has recently learned of a possible impending crash involving that secondary moon. This is not particularly wished for."
Sakha: "Yes, we've been out of touch for a long time and have lost the reason for the volcannon down here and we're trying to set things right again."
ORN: "How to reactivate and fire the Volcannon, if you could. The actual chronology of events leading up to the firing attempt would also be appreciated."
Aerie: "The Volcannon was created from an existing volcano, as an attempt to deflect the incoming meteor."
ORN: "There are numerous survivors, including of your own race, with very little interest in planetary calamities."
Pak: "Do you know how long it will be before the meteor hits?"
Aerie: "…survivors?"
ORN nods
Aerie: "That's…a relief. When so many of us disappeared, I thought they'd…well…"
Aerie shakes her head. "There are some of us still up here, too, but not nearly as many as there were."
Aerie: "Everyone I knew has…"
ORN: "The world was for the most part rearranged, not for the better. Most races were segregated and isolated by the event, and the elemental spirits made haywire."
Pak: "We're planning on getting the power of Flight so we can come up there."
ORN: "However the races still exist, and This Group has recently reconnected several areas."
Aerie: "…yeah, something like that happened here, too. I had to fight the Wind spirit down myself."
Sakha: "A Moogle down here says we'll need the power of Pyr and Mer though."
Sakha: "To get up ther I mean."
Aerie: "Pyr and Mer? Hmm. Pyr's probably gone to the magma…I think the Elvaan used to live there?"
Pak: "What about Mer?"
ORN nods
ORN: "Pyr is relatively nearby and should be located shortly. Mer's location is unknown at present. Any aid in the matter would be appreciated."
Aerie: "I don't know for sure, but you might want to check the northern hemisphere. All of it, short of the polar caps."
Pak: "Why not the Polar Caps?"
Hector is sure not to press any buttons.
Hector: "Probably where the Ice spirit lives, maybe?"
Aerie: "There's some kind of energy field barring the polar caps from the rest of the world. I didn't see what all happened, but I think the Mithra put them up."
ORN: "… What would be needed to penetrate these?"
Sakha blinks.
Hector: "Well, if it's a wall, couldn't we simply just drill through it?"
Pak: "Energy wall."
Pak: "We'd need an energy drill or something."
ORN: "Or under, should they prove hemispherical"
Hector: "Attach a giant magical drill to Trombe and go to town."
Sakha: "We'll find Mithra with Mer then…."
She smiles. :3
Aerie: "I've…never checked. But they don't reach to the clouds. If you say you're coming here, you should be able to simply fly over them too."
Pak: "Hee."
Pak: "That'll be fun! And going to Mer's place, we could ask why there's that barrier…"
Pak: "The Mithra ran from the Viera, so what else could they be afraid of?"
ORN: "… They may be as paranoid as the Viera…."
Aerie: "So, hey. If you're going to be trying to get up here, take a handset with you. I should be able to stay in touch until we can meet face to face."
Pak: "Handset?"
Aerie: "Don't tell me there aren't any…oh."
She blinks. "Aheh, I forgot, I kinda locked them from here. Just a moment."
ORN: "… . ."
Aerie reaches offscreen to poke some buttons. With a click, a panel unlocks in front of you.
Cassandra_Lionheart looks down
Sakha opens it.
Hector thinks. "Well, if mithra are afraid of viera over there, then we should be fine because none of us are viera."
Inside the newly revealed compartment is a rectangular box, about 30 by 10 by 5 centimeters.
Sakha picks it up and looks at it.
Pak: "Oooh…"
[OOC] Pak: A codec!
[OOC] Sakha: I am the communications officer of this ship
The box is black all over, with two patches of grillwork on one of the bigger faces.
[OOC] Pak: BREEP BREEP, BREEP BREEP
ORN: "… Is this as reliable as the Tech School's other designs? …. "
[OOC] Hector: Sakha is a sexy operator.
[OOC] Hector: Still doesn't beat Noel Anderson.
Felicia looks at the box quizzicaly.
[OOC] ORN: Bridge bunnies but no bridge… we'll need to fix that
Aerie's voice comes from the box and the screen at once, echoing. "It's hardcoded to use this frequency. Don't worry about the controls - there aren't any. Just speak into it."
Aerie: "Ow! Feedback…"
Sakha: "Testing…?"
She pokes a few more buttons. The communication screen goes dark, though her voice still comes from the box. "That's better."
Sakha says into the box.
Cassandra_Lionheart wiggles next to Orn, and looks at him
ORN: "hm?"
Cassandra_Lionheart smiles and hugs ORN
ORN hugs and nods
ORN: "Now then. What exactly led to the construction of the Volcannon?"
ORN: "This Group knows of the moon and potential impact, however some sources of information have proved relatively suspect, and further information would be appreciated"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yeah. Why need it, if it was going to ruin things on the surface."
ORN: "Any information on the actual energy requirements to shift the moon's orbit or obliterate it would also be usable. The Volcannon may not be a viable option, and alternatives could be preferable."
Aerie: "Which would you prefer, a ruin you can recover from, or the extermination of all higher life forms on the planet?"
Pak hmmms. He's still thinking about how to get to Elfland. >_>
Cassandra Lionheart: "A ruin you can recover from. But why keep it together for?
ORN: "The previous attempt came dangerously close to the latter, and the original threat still looms overhead."
Aerie: "Yeah, we're not sure HOW they blocked us, but they did."
ORN: "However, if sabotage or other factors were involved to explain what happened upon attempting to fire…"
ORN: "… This was not known here. Please elaborate"
Aerie: "Just as we were firing, something came out from the Moon, getting right in the way of the shot."
ORN: "To physically block the firing shaft, or as an overhead shield?"
Aerie: "Shield. It was still in orbital height at the time."
Pak: "…Eek."
Aerie: "Whatever it was crashed a bit southwest of the Volcannon."
ORN: "… Any footage?"
ORN: "… Southwest?"
Cassandra Lionheart: "So, we should head there, and see what it was.is,
Aerie: "We didn't exactly have time to record it."
[OOC] WC GM: Navigation check, anyone trying to match coordinates.
ORN: "… From your point of view or ours….?"
ORN rolled 1d100 and got 88 ( Total: 88 )
[OOC] ORN: fail, though wondering if its the viera transport…
Pak: "Southwest!"
Hector rolled 1d100 and got 45 ( Total: 45 )
Felicia rolled 1d100 and got 83 ( Total: 83 )
[OOC] Hector: Pass by 25.
[OOC] Felicia: Fail by 15
Ahiru rolled 1d100 and got 6 ( Total: 6 ) **
[OOC] Ahiru: Crit on navigation :3
[OOC] WC GM: Results PMed
Hector: "Hmmm."
Hector: "Hey, isn't that in the Viera lands?"
Hector: "As for what crashed, y'think it was the rocket we checked out?"
Cassandra_Lionheart hugs Orn a bit tighter as they discuss the vieralands
Aerie: "So you've already seen it?"
ORN nods
Hector: "I think so, yeah."
[OOC] Hector: She can't see you nodding.
[OOC] ORN: player knows ;p
Sakha: "The Viera musta gotten hit by the Volvannon
Aerie: "There was no way they could've known when to intercept. And they only fired the one interceptor."
Pak: "I dunno…"
ORN: "A large Viera transport. They were attempting to both escape and warn the inhabitants of something, as well as Grav. They crashlanded however and sparked a war over males…"
Aerie: "What are Viera?"
Ahiru smiles "They were escaping that moon when it was fired!"
Pak: "Ahiru, example."
Felicia: "…bunny women."
ORN: "Females with very long ears and a sex-drive the size of this continent."
Cassandra_Lionheart blushes "And used thier off spring as food."
Aerie: "…right. Okay. Stop kidding around."
Pak: "It's not a lie >_<"
Ahiru transforms, and Sakha reactivates the vid screen - with sound off.
ORN: "That, however was due to Milf's berserk state and split personalities."
Cassandra Lionheart: "You wish I was kidding."
ORN: "This Unit does not Lie."
ORN: "Except when it does."
The vid screen flickers to life. Aerie BLINKS.
Hector: "Crazy, isn't it?"
Aerie: "…okay, fine. Certainly looks like refugees from that place."
Aerie: "That confirms what we thought: it wasn't a natural phenomenon."
ORN: "Due to their particular interests, the overly matriarchal Mithra were forced into a war over their males, the Viera lacking them entirely."
ORN: "Natural Phenomenon?"
Aerie: "But why would they be trying to land on the planet they were trying to destroy?"
Pak: "I'm not sure which moon they were from."
Hector: "Some of 'em were sent here to warn us, apparently."
Hector: "And then they forgot."
ORN: "This is not known. Several generations have elapsed and the original warning was lost. However the group crashlanding here was apparently attempting to warn this planet of Grav's influence, among other things."
Aerie: "Grav…is that what you've named it?"
ORN: "Given Grav's sphere of influence, the possibility of the moon crashing would certainly coincide with their warning…."
Aerie: "It certainly fits."
ORN: "It is what it has named itself, rather"
Cassandra Lionheart: "What are you talking about madam?"
ORN: "… It did not appear prior to the moon's presence did it?"
Aerie: "Before this moon came along, there were nine elements of magic. Gravity was but a physical force. Now gravity has become an element, with spells of its own, and apparently its own spirit. You do the math."
Pak: "…Huh."
ORN: "… You may prove more useful than your landbound fellows. Know this."
Cassandra Lionheart: "So..Grav is trying to…Oh geeze!"
Hector: "See, stuff like this is what bothers me. Besides the moon falling on the planet, opinions of Grav are pretty divided."
Pak: "Oh, we should tell him about the moon… It might still crash…"
ORN: "This entity is the one that has "
charged" This group with re-establishing order among the elemental spirits."
Hector: "It'd be nice if we had a full, clear picture of the situation that we could act upon instead of going off half-cocked most of the time."
Aerie: "Yes, thank you, I KNOW the moon is still falling. And it's 'her', damit!"
ORN: "As required as this may be, the method of doing so is their disruption and entrapment into that necklace Ahiru wears. A certain group being shielded by them has warned us but refused to elaborate, that they may lose far more power than what would be required, while trapped there, killing the land in a slow manner."
ORN: "… At this point, any alternative methods of calming the spirits down, and possibly freeing those currently within, could prove critical. This Unit does not know what Grav's plans are once all are gathered…"
Pak: "Sorry. n.n;"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yeah, and we need to apologize to the ones we have trapped all ready."
Aerie: "Why do you think we've been routing the clouds so sparsely through the mountains? Every time the moon whips by, it rips all our clouds near the equator to shreds!"
Pak: "…Eh?"
Aerie: "Come on! Surely you've seen the volcanos it causes."
ORN: "In other words it has indeed been getting closer, Pak."
Aerie: "What do you think it does to those of us at higher altitudes?"
Hector: "Y'think we should switch our priority to stoppin' the moon, guys?"
Aerie: "And clouds are kinda flimsy compared to the rocks you guys get to live on."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Then we have to stop talking, and find Biggs, Wedge and Hicks, and get our stories straight now!"
ORN: "… They are unlikely to listen, and as long as they do not, it is unlikely the spirits will either."
ORN: "An alternative method of calming them, as well as the elimination of the moon should be our priorities"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Your right, my brother."
Pak: "Right…"
Pak: "…But we still need an airship."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yeah."
ORN: "Please send the calculations that led to the construction of the Volcannon in some way. The requirements to eliminate the threat could prove useful in modifying Trombe…"
Aerie: "If you're coming up here anyway, I think I could try to find the construction notes. The ones we still have up here."
Aerie: "The Volcannon wasn't the only part of the system, you know."
ORN: "Very well. All information will prove useful."
Cassandra_Lionheart nods
Pak: "Can we go? We have the communicator…"
Pak: "I wanna get to Elfland. ._."
Pak looks bored
Aerie: "If you're heading into the Elvaan lands, be careful. It's a giant air bubble over seas of magma."
Aerie: "And some of their cities are INSIDE the magma, even."
Felicia: "…Delightful."
Pak: "…Yeek…"
Hector: "Oh, geez. It's going to be friggin' hot in there."
Cassandra_Lionheart blinks and blushes
Felicia: "Though I suppose it could be no worse than living underwater… Except the water is lava."
Sakha: "I can keep everyone cool."
Aerie: "Don't worry, they've got lots of magic to keep everything under control. They're famous for their mages, and their cultured and refined society."
ORN: "… That would be the surface ones."
Hector chuckles.
Pak: "Hmm…"
Pak: "Okay!"
Felicia: "Ah… Those ones are different."
Pak: "We have Sakha, so everything's fine."
Pak: "Lets-a gooo~"
Trombe: "Affirmative."
Cassandra Lionheart: "A warm place…why now?"
Trombe: "Board then input destination."
ORN nods
ORN: "Elvaan Lands, Capital if possible."
Hector yawns and stretches.
Hector: "Dammit, that bed was just too comfortable."
Trombe: "Destination unknown."
Pak boards.
Pak: "Um, well…"
Cassandra_Lionheart gets on Trombe also
Pak: "Who should we ask for directions?"
Hector: "Well, there's some elves living in the dwarf city."
Hector: "If they didn't know their way home they'd be pretty crappy elves, wouldn't you say?"
Pak: "True!"
ORN nods
Cassandra_Lionheart shakes her head
Pak: "Let's go ask."
Hector: "Trombe, go down to outskirts of the dwarven city, to the area where the elves live."
Trombe: "Affirmative."
The metal chocobo heads thataway.
Through the city you ride, down the main streets, hopping over the train, to the outskirts and the magma flooding them.
Quite a few dwarves are looking at it.
[OOC] Sakha: Flooding? As in actively rising?
[OOC] ORN: that can't be good
The magma seems stable for now, but most of the Elvaan quarter is covered.
ORN: "… Pyr"
Hector: "Well, crap."
The magma is surrounded by a rough wall of rock, apparently recently raised.
Cassandra Lionheart: "This sucks."
Pak: "We need to get to the Elf City before any more of this happens…"
Cassandra_Lionheart nods quietly and hugs ORN
Fakir: "Should've known. With Gaia gone, Pyr's trying to encroach."
Sakha: "So then where are the elves?"
Fakir sighs. "Well, there are two ways we can go. North or south. Magma as far as I saw in both directions. Which way?"
Pak: "…"
Sakha: "Hey Pak… you have that vision spell, right?"
Hector: "Check for survivors, at least."
Pak: "Oh! Right."
Pak Sight!
ORN: "… North could lead to mer or the ice spirit…"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Should we try to go north then?"
ORN: "Pak may know more in a moment"
Pak stares…
Pak points North.
Pak: "I see something that way."
Sakha: "Then North it is… Trombe alright with Lava? Let's go, and I'll provide comfort."
ORN nods
ORN: "Trombe Unit, please follow Pak's directions northwards."
Trombe: "Affirmative."
Trombe charges into the magma.
Trombe strides along top of the glowing red molten substance. My, but it's a bit toasty.
Cassandra Lionheart: "EEK!"
*jumps into ORN's arms*
Pak pants…
Pak: "…Orn might not be the best choice. He'll warm up even faster than us."
Pak squirms. "Too hooot. x.x"
Felicia: "Tis true."
Felicia sits.
Pak: "…"
ORN: "This Unit is very hot. In these conditions this may become more than metaphorical."
Pak: "I suggest anyone wearing metal carefully take it off."
Pak sets his knife aside cautiously.
Sakha cools it down.
Cassandra_Lionheart jumps back off and they are right, and she curses.
Pak oohs~
[OOC] Hector: I suppose if Mitsuru was here, we'd all burst into flames, 'cause, y'know, she's INCREDIBLY HOT.
Cassandra_Lionheart then takes off the Mythril Armor, and her sword.
Fakir clasps his hands together. Things begin to cool off a bit.
Pak: "That's a bit better…"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Thanks Fakir."
Fakir: "I can…make it more bearable. This'll leave me useless for much else, though."
Sakha summons up a cool whirl of air circulating over Trombe's back.
ORN puts his ice lance down in the middle of the party to help
Pak takes off most of his clothes, actually, sitting in his underpants.
Fakir: "Sakha, save your strength. If we run into enemies down here, our friends need one of us able to fight."
Pak: "Ahh, this is much better"
~
Sakha: "Fine then."
Pak feels cool~
Cassandra_Lionheart ,wearing the tatered White Mage dress she has had for age, goes to sit next to ORN, putting her armor and weapon into her back pack
Cassandra Lionheart: "Well…I should get something new to wear, since I'm not even a white mage anymore."
ORN: "Something perhaps a little more functional to accomodate your fighting abilities?"
Pak lifts up Sakha's tunic and tries to fan her.
Eventually, you come across what Pak saw - bits of Elvaan shops.
Pak: "Ah…"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Speak of the Elvaan!"
Sakha: "Pak!"
Sakha blushes
ORN nods and sparkles at Pak
Cassandra_Lionheart looks at Sakha and wonders why she yelled at Pak for?
Indeed, some Elvaan can be seen - swimming in the magma like it was water.
Pak: "…Er… You guys okay?"
Though most of them are clutching to bits of their shops, like flotsam.
[OOC] Hector: I'm about to pass out on my keyboard. D:
Felicia: "…Hm."
Pak: "Need some help? >_>"
[OOC] Sakha: he lifted up her tunic
ORN: "They appear a little more flooded than ok"
[OOC] WC GM: Alright, we can pause in a bit.
Pak: "Please ignore the fact that we are mostly in our underpants."
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: oh.
Pak: "It's very hot."
Hector hasn't taken any of his clothes off.
Pak: "I don't know how Felicia can stand it. >_>"
Sakha has not either
Pak: "Oh! Felicia, get over here~"
Cassandra_Lionheart is not in her underpants, but blushes after looking at the others
ORN is technically always naked since most of that plating's just assimilated…
Elvaan: "Yo, doodz! Can we getz ridez?"
Pak: "Maybe they only speak Elvaan."
Pak: "Sure!"
Ahiru: "Come on board!"
Cassandra Lionheart: "YEah, come on up, dudes!"
Elvaan: "No room up there. We's hitch."
The Elvaan waves. A tendril of magma loops up to lasso one of Trombe's legs.
ORN: "Trombe: there should be adequate space in your primary catapult"
Elvaan: "Pyr wants to talk nao plz."
He points further north. "Temple be thataway."
ORN nods
Pak: "K~"
Pak: "Let's go~"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Okay, sir."
ORN: "This Group intended to speak to Pyr. This will make things easier"
Pak: "…Still wonder how they can swim in that."
ORN: "Er… Pyr wouldn't happen to have gone utterly insane like all the others would he?"
The remaining Elvaan gather up near the one Elvaan. As Trombe moves north, they are all pulled along.
Before long, they climb up, and begin magmaskiing behind Trombe.
Pak: "…"
Pak: "I wish they'd stop that…"
[OOC] WC GM: Let's make it…6000 XP and 2000 Gil each for today.
Cassandra_Lionheart watches the Elvaan, amazed with their skills.//
Pak: "It's offending my understanding of reality."

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