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caughtinanetwork2013-02-07 10:49 pm
relinquishing) wrote in caughtinanetwork2013-02-07 10:49 pm
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[DREAM] - Setting Moon - 019
Lunaday, Ifrit-Redecan 06, ND 2018 2020
[Guy had considered curbing his natural curiosity to be a good thing this week. When he'd seen just exactly what was happening parallel to the new appearance of the communicators, he'd specifically avoided pressing anything. Exposing events of his life wasn't on his list of things to do to begin with, and after what he'd already gone through only two weeks prior, he wasn't exactly ready to open that whole can of worms again.
And then the insomnia began to hit. One night? Okay, sure, no big deal. But entering his fourth night without sleep is starting to claw away at his patience, and every time he gives the communicator a glance the urge to press something is like a taunting little child, and he has to restrain himself more than once to just throw the communicator against the apartment wall.
This was ridiculous. He needed sleep. He needed to get this over with before he hurt himself or broke something - it wasn't worth it. Yeah, he might not have any control over what was shown, but... he could at least choose the lesser of three evils.
So he sits himself back, finally making his choice with the press of a finger.
A setting crescent moon--]
[The surroundings themselves are of a world at peace. It's a vast expanse of land and sea, villages full of farmland, seaside towns with bustling ports, desert lands with vast amounts of trade, and grand cities filled to the brim with both the rich and poor. The more magic-inclined may be able to feel the difference in energy here - rather than being one steady stream or source, things are separated into seven "layers", as if the elements of the world have their own intricate structure and balance. The sky is a clear blue with a single sun and a small moon, easily dwarfed by a layer of large, emerald-colored stones floating in a belt far above the planet's surface, easily seen by the naked eye. It might seem odd to a stranger, but to the people of Auldrant? It's just another part of their planet.
Are you done with your overtop view of this land? Well, then it's time to visit a couple places in particular.]
OPTION 1
[The streets of Grand Chokmah come into view; white buildings with blue rooftops and golden trim, arranged along the pathways of a giant aquaduct and surrounded on all sides by tremendous man-made waterfalls. The symbol of the country hangs from banners all across the town. You may travel through the common man's streets and explore the shops, but eventually the attention will drift into the higher-class section of the city. Here is where the nobles gather, aristocrats with a stuffy word on their tongue and the finest clothes on their back. You may even pass by the grand structure that is the Emperor's palace.
Near one particular street corner is finally someone familiar and where the dream's attention stops for a moment. It's Guy, clad in something far finer than his normal attire, leaning over a railway with his eyes out to the ocean. Even with the sounds of a city at peace behind him, he seems somewhat lost. Unhappy, maybe, although the expression that is on his face looks too complicated to be mere unhappiness.]
OPTION 2
[Suddenly the view takes a turn to a particular house in the noble's quarters. It's a grand mansion, although for as high-class as it seems there is not many personal staff or decorations of war, outside the same banners hung from the walls as are seen around the city. One might think it wasn't even occupied had their not been a few people wandering here and there - not maids, but what appear to just be guests. They aren't nobles - in fact, regardless of their age, many of these people appear to look like lost little children.
Turn a corner into one of the larger rooms, and what should have been a ballroom has been transformed into a huge craftsman's workshop. Technological projects line the walls and floors, the largest of which sits in one corner and easily reaches to the ceiling. To the technologically-savvy it may look like a generator of some kind, although not one that runs on any common power source. Two or three young men hustle near the bottom of the contraption, and one shouts something incomprehensible up to the ceiling.
A few minutes later the viewer will see Guy crawl out a hatch at the top of the contraption, finer clothes having been swapped for a full-body mechanic's suit and a pair of protective goggles, an unrecognizable tool in hand. He makes a motion of acknowledgement to the man on the floor, turning to close the hatch again... and then double-takes when he sees whoever you are at the door. Goggles are pulled onto his forehead and he waves you over with a tired grin.]
OPTION 3
[You find yourself standing at the gates to the capital of Baticul, a city tiered from top to bottom like a giant cake, settled strategically into a large hole in the ground. At the very top sits a massive castle, and no doubt the social ranking descends from there. Even at the gates a very different flag is being flown, although no one here appears hostile. The soldiers lining the streets will even greet you cordially.
But the attention of the dream does not stay with the city itself. Slowly it drifts off to the coast, where a large band of soldiers has camped for the evening, their country's flag planted among their numbers as tents are being set up. Many are still in armor, but scattered among their numbers are some of the common people, surrounding maps and in deep discussion.
If one were to pay attention, they would see Guy among those numbers, slipping out of his own tent with his finer attire on, save for some of the fancier pieces. He speaks to one of the commanders, pointing out a path along the nearest map with a clouded expression across his face, before excusing himself to wander about the camp. The people who came on these expeditions always changed, so seeing an uncommon face wasn't that strange.
...]
((ooc: This is for dream interactions ONLY! Specify which option you would like to talk to Guy in. If your character would try to contact him afterwards, slip it to his voicemail post.))
[Guy had considered curbing his natural curiosity to be a good thing this week. When he'd seen just exactly what was happening parallel to the new appearance of the communicators, he'd specifically avoided pressing anything. Exposing events of his life wasn't on his list of things to do to begin with, and after what he'd already gone through only two weeks prior, he wasn't exactly ready to open that whole can of worms again.
And then the insomnia began to hit. One night? Okay, sure, no big deal. But entering his fourth night without sleep is starting to claw away at his patience, and every time he gives the communicator a glance the urge to press something is like a taunting little child, and he has to restrain himself more than once to just throw the communicator against the apartment wall.
This was ridiculous. He needed sleep. He needed to get this over with before he hurt himself or broke something - it wasn't worth it. Yeah, he might not have any control over what was shown, but... he could at least choose the lesser of three evils.
So he sits himself back, finally making his choice with the press of a finger.
A setting crescent moon--]
[The surroundings themselves are of a world at peace. It's a vast expanse of land and sea, villages full of farmland, seaside towns with bustling ports, desert lands with vast amounts of trade, and grand cities filled to the brim with both the rich and poor. The more magic-inclined may be able to feel the difference in energy here - rather than being one steady stream or source, things are separated into seven "layers", as if the elements of the world have their own intricate structure and balance. The sky is a clear blue with a single sun and a small moon, easily dwarfed by a layer of large, emerald-colored stones floating in a belt far above the planet's surface, easily seen by the naked eye. It might seem odd to a stranger, but to the people of Auldrant? It's just another part of their planet.
Are you done with your overtop view of this land? Well, then it's time to visit a couple places in particular.]
OPTION 1
[The streets of Grand Chokmah come into view; white buildings with blue rooftops and golden trim, arranged along the pathways of a giant aquaduct and surrounded on all sides by tremendous man-made waterfalls. The symbol of the country hangs from banners all across the town. You may travel through the common man's streets and explore the shops, but eventually the attention will drift into the higher-class section of the city. Here is where the nobles gather, aristocrats with a stuffy word on their tongue and the finest clothes on their back. You may even pass by the grand structure that is the Emperor's palace.
Near one particular street corner is finally someone familiar and where the dream's attention stops for a moment. It's Guy, clad in something far finer than his normal attire, leaning over a railway with his eyes out to the ocean. Even with the sounds of a city at peace behind him, he seems somewhat lost. Unhappy, maybe, although the expression that is on his face looks too complicated to be mere unhappiness.]
OPTION 2
[Suddenly the view takes a turn to a particular house in the noble's quarters. It's a grand mansion, although for as high-class as it seems there is not many personal staff or decorations of war, outside the same banners hung from the walls as are seen around the city. One might think it wasn't even occupied had their not been a few people wandering here and there - not maids, but what appear to just be guests. They aren't nobles - in fact, regardless of their age, many of these people appear to look like lost little children.
Turn a corner into one of the larger rooms, and what should have been a ballroom has been transformed into a huge craftsman's workshop. Technological projects line the walls and floors, the largest of which sits in one corner and easily reaches to the ceiling. To the technologically-savvy it may look like a generator of some kind, although not one that runs on any common power source. Two or three young men hustle near the bottom of the contraption, and one shouts something incomprehensible up to the ceiling.
A few minutes later the viewer will see Guy crawl out a hatch at the top of the contraption, finer clothes having been swapped for a full-body mechanic's suit and a pair of protective goggles, an unrecognizable tool in hand. He makes a motion of acknowledgement to the man on the floor, turning to close the hatch again... and then double-takes when he sees whoever you are at the door. Goggles are pulled onto his forehead and he waves you over with a tired grin.]
OPTION 3
[You find yourself standing at the gates to the capital of Baticul, a city tiered from top to bottom like a giant cake, settled strategically into a large hole in the ground. At the very top sits a massive castle, and no doubt the social ranking descends from there. Even at the gates a very different flag is being flown, although no one here appears hostile. The soldiers lining the streets will even greet you cordially.
But the attention of the dream does not stay with the city itself. Slowly it drifts off to the coast, where a large band of soldiers has camped for the evening, their country's flag planted among their numbers as tents are being set up. Many are still in armor, but scattered among their numbers are some of the common people, surrounding maps and in deep discussion.
If one were to pay attention, they would see Guy among those numbers, slipping out of his own tent with his finer attire on, save for some of the fancier pieces. He speaks to one of the commanders, pointing out a path along the nearest map with a clouded expression across his face, before excusing himself to wander about the camp. The people who came on these expeditions always changed, so seeing an uncommon face wasn't that strange.
...]
((ooc: This is for dream interactions ONLY! Specify which option you would like to talk to Guy in. If your character would try to contact him afterwards, slip it to his voicemail post.))
barkbarkbark!
[He takes a moment to look the machine Guy is perched on up and down for a moment before calling up to his friend.]
What is this thing anyway?
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[It's the chiding of a protective friend more than anything else, really. But King Ingobert wouldn't let just anyone flatter his little girl anyways. Zelos really needed to be careful.
The blonde edges his way over to the ladder embedded in the side of the contraption as he talks, easily scaling the rungs down to a lower portion of the machine before plopping onto the floor.]
It's one of the prototype generators they're wanting to test as an alternate power supply for the capital. They carted the shell of this one up a few weeks ago to see if we could work out some technical bugs. What, didn't I tell you about it before?
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I dunno, she seemed pretty taken with me!
[He winks at Guy, then chuckles.]
I've got no interest in being tied down to royalty though. That's your job~ Zelda says hi by the way, and something about irrigation with Gorons and Zora and whatever. I'll let her tell you.
[He looks up at the machine again, never ceasing to be impressed by the amount of technical prowess locked up in Guy's head.]
You did tell me about it before, I just wasn't listening. You know this stuff isn't really my forte.
[Sort of. He can actually understand it pretty well, all the math and fitted moving parts, but Zelos generally plays dumb to avoid being roped into helping. What he really has no interest in is climbing around in a grease bucket.]
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Something was on his mind. But he seems to shake it off. He shoots a passing comment to one of the workers before turning back to the redhead, slipping off his gloves and tucking them into his work belt.]
Hahah... well, you should change that. Tethe'alla could really benefit from something like this, you know? Or the ideas, at least. Technology that doesn't inflict the flow of the planet's energy and all does look to have a lot of benefits.
[Despite the topic, there's a spark that's suddenly been lost in the conversation.]
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[Not unfamiliar to the pressures of nobility, it's easy to guess why Guy's attitude just took a nosedive.]
Of course, there's some extents you just gotta put your foot down with the old geezers in charge and tell 'em no.
[He gives Guy a sidelong look.]
Why don't you go wash up for a minute and we can actually talk like civilized people without all the muck. I swear, you look like you haven't bathed in a year.
[The look of disgust on Zelos' face is exaggerated and comical, designed to elicit at least a chuckle. He does feel for the man, though, and being much more well versed in the intricacies of nobility than Guy, he feel he has some guidance to give the younger man.]
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Hahah, it's just oil! So what if it gets everywhere! ...Come on, I'm not that bad.
[But okay, okay, he'll give. No need to muck up the chairs in the foyer or anything, anyways. His smirk is a little cheeky, but he shrugs and motions Zelos to follow him out.]
You remember where the drawing room is, right? Five minutes tops. I can meet you there when I'm a little more "proper".
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[He makes an exaggerated face then grins again and nods.]
I remember. I'll meet you there once you don't smell like a junkyard.
[With a flourish Zelos takes his leave and wanders down to the aforementioned room, choosing to stand and look out one of the large windows instead of sitting. Truth be told, this had been part of the reason for his visit; Guy hadn't been doing the noble thing long enough to know when to tell others to shove it and when to bow under pressure. He keeps up with not only Aselian politics, but Auldranti and Hyrulean as well so he knows exactly what pressure Guy's under.
He can somewhat relate.]
sorry, these tags are taking me a while to type tonight
The timeline shifts to make up for Guy being too separated from his visitor. It's been a short period of time, and Guy slips into the room with a much cleaner appearance. His clothes are a bit more on the formal side than what he used to wear, but still ridiculously simple for a noble of his standing. Call it his servant upbringing - he always claims it's much easier to work in.
Ta-da, look who has alcohol and shot glasses!]
Man, I'm sorry if things were kind of stuffy for you just because of me, though. Did they send you over here by yourself again?
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[It's not sarcasm, but the council had encouraged someone to go speak with Guy. They'd been about to send Nordheim, but Zelos volunteered and got a brief grateful look from Peony for it; you may not know it Guy, but your emperor's got your back as well as he can.]
I especially missed your alcohol. Malkuth is nice but Chesedonia makes some good stuff!
[He wanders over and takes a seat, his usual at this point considering how often he visits Guy. Well, less often lately what with the problems with the Vanguard back home. He'll need to head to Palmacosta in the morning...
When did he get so responsible?]
They're riding you pretty hard about this marriage thing, aren't they.
[Might as well get to the point.]
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He gives a shrug, popping the lid back onto the bottle.]
They have every reason to. Flexibility and all that. It's a smart move.
[The statement is very dry in its truth. Guy knows that he's the most open choice for the matter of an act of inter-universal peace and prosperity. He's a blueblood from lines on both sides of the playing field. He's spent time with both rulers and both countries. Despite his family's estates and fortune set aside at the capital, he has no land of his own, giving him the ability to venture out on tasks for the Empire that other nobles couldn't due to their set locations.
And, well... he was close to the second party in this particular equation. Everyone with eyes could see that. It was screaming for the chance of an heir for the lineage that had almost died out during the Hod War.
It was... rather demanding. Nervewracking. Not to mention that Guy hadn't, ah. Really brought it up with Zelda just yet. It tended to get them both rather flustered. But someone would have to spill the beans eventually.
...
Guy sits heavily down into his own seat, swirling the liqour around in his glass as he thinks.]
I don't know how to tell her.
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[He downs his drink, the liquor not doing much for him other than making him suck in a breath at the bite as it goes down. Its strong enough to taste though, which is a plus.]
She's probably figured out there's something going on already you know. Maybe even the whole of it. She's too smart for her own good.
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[She'd figure out the politics. Zelos was right - it was only a matter of time. She was smart. She understood how things worked. And if something came along that was for the best when it came to matters of Hyrule, she would do it.
There's a heavy pause, Guy visibly juggling something in his mind while staring at his glass.
...]
It can only be the two of us for so long. I don't exactly want to have that talk again.
[It always broke his heart to see her expression fall at the talk of the future that even now felt impossible to achieve. To adopt someone wasn't too farfetched if he'd married in Auldrant, but with the Hylian bloodline added into the mix...
They would need to have a child at some point. And that is something Guy knows he cannot promise. Not even to the woman that might be his future wife.]
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[He looks at Guy, shifting in his chair.]
Plus, I mean, with all the technology that's out there I don't see why you can't do some kind of artificial insemination thing if you can't do the deed the traditional way because of your condition.
[Of course there's other options too, but he doesn't want to bring that up unless it's a last resort.]
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[He finally brings his glass to his lips, downing about half of it with a sharp inhale.]
Or... rather, there's just more to it. Noble or otherwise, I have to be able to take care of her. To take care of a family. [Something that needed to happen, but still seemed like a disaster waiting to happen because of things he couldn't exactly control. Pragmatic or idealistic... mmm.]
What if this marriage were to happen, and what if we were to have a child? What it if was a daughter?
[The chuckle that slips from his lips is nervous and more than a little bitter as he glances up at Zelos, his expression rueful.]
I don't know. You can only bypass so much, hah.
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[He has to pause then, finishing his drink with a long pull more appropriate for a seedy bar than a noble's sitting room. It's the subject matter, to be honest. He's a firm believer that if you don't have a child out of love, you shouldn't have a child at all. He knows Guy and Zelda, he knows if they could ever have the chance at it, they would dote on the little critter, it's just a very hard thing for him to talk about knowing the pressures they're under for marriage and child rearing. So similar to that of his own parents, and look how that turned out...
He balks. He can't not. He doesn't make eye contact again even after lowering the glass.]
That is, assuming, you actually want to marry her, or even have kids.
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[It's a little bit tactless, but this is Zelos he's talking to. Guy knew by now that when it came to the Chosen, there was no such thing as walking on eggshells when it really mattered. So even with his feathers ruffled a bit at his companion's statement, Guy lets it pass with little more than a ripple of frustration.]
You know I do. If not for everything else... hell, I'd have asked her a long time ago.
[He sighs, a hand running through his hair.]
From the way the House of Lords keep talking, it's not an "if" as much as a "when". So... I should probably bring it up next time I see her. [There's another weak attempt at a chuckle, Guy taking another slow swig of his drink.]
...If she's in anything more than a sour mood over it, you can come punch me in the face again or something.
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[He grins a little and reaches for the bottle, pouring himself another glass and raising it high for a toast.]
Here's to headstrong women.
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To the glorious mystery of women. And to you, for watching my sorry ass.
[Bottoms up, let's drink like real men. Refreshing~
...
He plunks his glass down, the smirk on his face a bit lighter.]
Heh. Thanks, Zelos. Don't really know where'd we be headed without you.
[The dream itself starts to fade at that. No harsh break or abrupt change. Just a soft face to black, both men with glasses of alcohol raised seeming to die away as a simple memory.
Memory? Yeah, maybe that was it. Fuzzy and dark and hard to recall, outside the feeling of camaraderie. Memory or dream, though? It was definitely something to drink to.]