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vivalaethernet2025-03-03 03:14 pm
thunderwarden) wrote in vivalaethernet2025-03-03 03:14 pm
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01: a little help?
[The voice that comes over the Aethernet is deep, gravelly, and distinctive. Anyone who's spoken to him before probably recognizes it immediately.]
Hello, ladies and gents. Cid here, if we've met or if we haven't. Been thinking, lately. Dangerous habit, I know, but something's occurred to me. The magic here's different from what we've got back home, like it's meant to be used by mortal hands. Where the Empire yanked me from, Aether's a beast not meant for use by man, and when we do, it leaves its mark, turns practitioners to stone eventually.
[There's the flick of a lighter and the crackle of tinder as his cigarillo catches and he takes a pull before continuing.]
Back where I come from, there's no cure for it. Slow death, it is, but I ain't at home, am I? I figure, if any group of sodding ne'er-do-wells have an idea on how to undo something like it, it'd be this one.
So, what say you? Anyone want to give it a go? I don't mind being poked or prodded for science. Greagor knows it's happened enough.
And I won't hold a lack of progress against you. Damned enima, this is. Either way, ta, lovelies.
Hello, ladies and gents. Cid here, if we've met or if we haven't. Been thinking, lately. Dangerous habit, I know, but something's occurred to me. The magic here's different from what we've got back home, like it's meant to be used by mortal hands. Where the Empire yanked me from, Aether's a beast not meant for use by man, and when we do, it leaves its mark, turns practitioners to stone eventually.
[There's the flick of a lighter and the crackle of tinder as his cigarillo catches and he takes a pull before continuing.]
Back where I come from, there's no cure for it. Slow death, it is, but I ain't at home, am I? I figure, if any group of sodding ne'er-do-wells have an idea on how to undo something like it, it'd be this one.
So, what say you? Anyone want to give it a go? I don't mind being poked or prodded for science. Greagor knows it's happened enough.
And I won't hold a lack of progress against you. Damned enima, this is. Either way, ta, lovelies.
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She has a farm in the Vault.
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[And also she was...divine? Maybe? Something mystical, something beyond mortal. Maybe that would mean that she could help.]
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[She's never told Link not to just show up at random, so...should be fine. Probably.]
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[Well, he can, but the exploration of helping shouldn't.
Shouldn't.]