genessia | [video]

Oi Miltbrain! Perty blue skin's s'posed t' be my bit!

[Namur didn't bother replying via video or anything like that, he just booked it out to the Bay as quickly as possible, and scoops his brother up into a ginormous, enveloping bearhug. It only occurs to him later that unless this is one of his Thatches, it might come off as strange...

Oh, but who gives a shit? Every Thatch is his Thatch. If they gotta start over again, a brotherly hug ain't a bad way to go.

Namur puts him down again and takes a step back, eyeing him critically.]

Seriously though, yer turnin' int' a snowman. Even I'm wearin' shit t' keep me warm!

[It's true! He has a scarf, and a hat, a leather jacket. And boots, which probably says the most about things right there. With a huff, Namur holds out his arm again, squatting a little to facilitate Thatch climbing on.]

C'mon, then. There's a couple places 'round here where they ain't gonna get their fins in too big a fix if we track in some snow.

Namur! [happy face. Though he grunts at the bearhug.]

Didn't exactly read the weather, brother. Slight darkness with chance of blizzard. [he envies the look and climbs on readily to avoid getting snow in his shoes, careful to avoid the dorsal.]

I take it we're not exactly in Galbadia anymore.

[Well, that answers at least one question. Namur feels a spike of pain somewhere behind his temples, and wonders if somewhere out there in the vast wide cosmos, there's another Thatch still bound to Davy Jones. But that pain isn't going to go away unless he carefully orders his mind, keeping them separated. This Thatch is the one that spent years with him in the mountains, who poked Namur out of bed when he didn't care to move, who nudged him to become things he never even considered as possibilities. With a grin, Namur reaches behind and grabs the side of Thatch's face, then knocks his head sideways against it.]

Yeah, ain't 'zactly.

[Then it occurs to him!]

Oh! Hey them Guardian Forces still work for y' here? This's my second stop since Balamb an' they didn't quite make it through with me this time. Kinda miss them li'l assholes. Anyway see if y' can summon Ifrit. He'll warm this place riiiiiight up, sheheheh!

[returns the bump. He can't even be sure how long they've been apart. It could have been hours or days or more... The blackness had been all encompassing.

At the question, he blinks]

Aye. [...and then] No... I don't think so. Then again I can barely feel my [sneeze] Fingers let alone anything else. [he shivers against Namur's back] Where are we?

Hi there. I'm heading back that way now. Unfortunately we can't do much to control the weather, but myself and a few others are making sure that any newcomers make it somewhere safe. Are you able to take shelter around the Bay for another few minutes?

[ It's not much of a video on her part honestly. She's white enough and wearing white that she blends in with the scenery quite well. There's what looks to be a large Lapras behind her, helping to shield her from some of the icy winds at least. ]

[Even though his face is turning an unhealthy shade of blue, Grell recognizes it from anywhere. She's definitely surprised, and very concerned.]

Thatch! Darling, have you been picked up yet?! [With people minding the Bay for newcomers in this weather, she'd be surprised if he didn't already.]

Edited 2018-01-05 13:03 (UTC)

Oh what, too busy playin' popsicle t' listen t' the perty holo-'maid's message?

[Namur clicks his tongue, grabs Thatch's arms and pulls him up a bit more snugly as he trudges through the snow.]

Far as I know, the whole damn place is called Genessia, but that's also the name a the city here. Found yer cash an' yer necklace, aye? Need 'em both, though the necklace's a bit more important cuz otherwise yer stuck here. Mean yer stuck here anyway, but there's five cities total rather'n jus' the one. Sheheh! Hell of a fishbowl, eh?

Ah, did you get stuck out in the snow too?

[She knows it was a bad thing but she really couldn't answer his question either way.]

Grellikins! How are you, beautiful woman? I'd blow a kiss but I think my lips would fall off.

I'm currently being carried away by the great blue sushi prince. Whose not as warm as he should be.

Y-you think I wanted to stick around? [why are fishmen so cold? It's a problem. He takes the rest of it in. He's really not had much time to take stock of anything as he was too busy trying not to freeze his prize ribbons off.]

Not secretly some part of a para-military organization are we?

T-think so. [he trudges around looking. Better to keep warm anyway. Though he's fairly sure if he has any of his brothers here they'll be on their way.

If they're not....

But he doesn't want to think about it.] Seen you somewhere before...

[snaps his fingers] G-guide l-lady?

J-just a b-bit, s-sweetheart. But I'll b-be fine. Y-you?

I'm fine, I had someone come and get me. The people here are very much helpful in situations like this. It's nice.

Sure there's a couple folk got some a them things kickin' 'round y' can join if y' wanna.

[It's probably kind of hard to tell from behind if he's joking or not. More so, because he both is and isn't at the same time.]

Anyway if y' didn't find the shitty necklace we're gonna hafta turn 'round. Ain't kiddin', that's yer ticket t' as much freedom as anyone can get in this world, an' I ain't comin' back rootin' 'round in the snow for it later. Y'... don't happen t' 'member livin' in a city called Cerealia, do y'?

[He's gonna get another headache if he has to separate one Thatch into two Thatches.]

Save those lips for later~!

[A good thing Namur was around. She looks relieved, but gives him a wry smile at his complaint about Namur being cold to the touch.]

He is a fish, dear.

Edited 2018-01-08 19:55 (UTC)

I'm near the Welcome Center if you'd like an escort. It's not too far, but considering visibility is low it won't hurt to have someone who's been back and forth a hundred times take you there.

[ It'd certainly be a more comforting place to wait for his brothers than the Bay, though she doesn'tk now that he's waiting for anyone in particular. ]

It's Weiss, but yes.

We can find it later, brother! I can't tell if I have it or not everything is fr-frozen! [another violent sneeze] Let's go somewhere warm before I lose what fingers I have left!

A-aye well I might just--

[provided he's not picked up anywhere. He squints at something in the distance]

Wait...

[the feed ends. And picks back up a few hours later where he's tucked up on some couch with limp hair and a red nose under a pile of blankets with a cup of tea in his hands]

Sorry to cut you off there, sweet lady. No... Lady Weiss. Name's Thatch. How does a pretty lady like you get a hologram of herself?

[gasp] Don't be speciesest! Fish can be quite warm and so can Nam Nam when he's had a few drinks in him! [presses his cheek to Namur's]

[this comes a little later when he is tucked up and dry somewhere because there's only so long he can idly chit-chat in the cold]

Is that right? What kind of place is this then, sweetheart? Adventurous? Homey? Magical?

Lord a the Sea, an' y' ain't even sloshed yet.

I think it depends. Magical is something like Fayren for example.

In a cold climate like this, I doubt drinking would be a good idea.

[Fish or not, even she knows alcohol and the cold don't mix.]

Anyway, when you're somewhere warm, I'll come and greet you properly~!

[Sigh.] Whatever. Get stuck here like one a the damn locals, don't bitch at me 'bout it.

[And he picks up the pace a little, plunging through snowbanks that may or may not have at some point been plowed out at one point and covered over again. Luckily the Bay is in the center of town, so he only has to go a block or two before finding an open bar, even in this weather.]

[ Oh good he's safe. She'd been a little worried when he cut off like that, but she hadn't been able to find him on any of her other trips to the Bay. If it had gone on for too long she might've started a search party in case he got lost in the snow, but he got back soon enough. ]

Just Weiss is fine. I made one. Nova City is technologically advanced, they have plenty of technology to do that with- though that particular design is actually from a subarchway to my world, since it uses Dust so I'm able to remotely power it without anything that would risk shock in the Bay.

[ Regular electricity+water = bad. Dust with protection is a better energy source in that case. No incidences in that sense, anyway. ]

I'll bitch and you'll grumble and help me anyway. Ahhh... [he lets out a sigh of relief as he slides of Namur's shoulders to angle himself into the bar, holding his hands out to the warmth]

Feels like home again.

Edited 2018-01-18 19:22 (UTC)

What in the world is Dust? Can't imagine it's what I'm thinking.

My sweet, my darling love, drinking is always a good idea. And yes I shall see you soon. Wait for me.

You'll have to explain that a bit.

It's a type of elemental energy propellant from my world.

Explain what? Fayren? From what I've seen when I have gone there people use magic, or at least some do. It's quite interesting.

[Namur falls behind a little bit. It suddenly hits him that this is Thatch and he's here and Lord of the Sea, he'd missed the bastard more than he could say. Namur thought he might never see him again, after what happened with Davy Jones- had mourned him a second time, even. And here he is again, the shit. Namur's caught somewhere between wanting to punch him and kiss him. So instead he shakes his head and moves to get in front, shoulder checking his brother as he goes past and orders two big bottles of rum.]

'Bout time y' showed up. Was startin' t' think y' wasn't gonna make it. Take this, we'll sit a spell in the corner.

[He hands Thatch the bottles, then shrugs off his leather jacket and wraps it around him.]

Gotta getcha caught up, aye?

What kind of magic? Do they pull rabbits out of hats? Turn rum into pretty ladies?

Ohhh you know me well, brother. [but of course he does. He wedges himself in the corner booth, angling so that he's stretched across it and stretches out his legs, winking at the pretty bar maid]

So tell me everything. How long's it been since we've clapped eyes?

Propellant? Like a kind of fuel?

There are different types of course, but you can use it as a fuel, yes.

There is too much to actually give examples, but I've yet to see the two you mentioned. Though the first one sounds amazing.

[Namur pulls up a chair and sits in it backwards. The corner offers some privacy, but also means he won't be clotheslining people trying to get past with his dorsal fin. His head's already starting to beat behind his eyes, though.]

How long's it been? Hell if I know. Depends which world yer comin' outta. Balamb's been several; Cerealia only a few. An' hell if I know how long 's been since we sailed 'round Isla Empieza but that technically ain't happened t' me yet but I lived it all tryna get caught up in the Dream Docks more'n a year back.

[He takes a deep breath, scrubs at his face with his hand (Thatch may notice a new Spades tattoo there), let's the breath out slow, then takes a drink.]

A'ight, so I know y's at Balamb. Ain't gonna go over Cerealia. If y's there, y' 'member it. If not... guess it don't really matter much. Caused a bit a friction 'twixt me an' Grell, but that shit's always there so that ain't nothin' new. If it weren't that it'd be somethin' else, aye? Sheheheh!

So. Here's called Genessia. Bigass city in a fishbowl. But 's kinda nice cuz we got four other fishbowls we can hop int' if we wanna, cuz we got the bling t' do it.

[He pulls his necklace out from under his shirt; a bright green opal with shimmering iridescent flecks, cut in the shape of a shark's tooth. He's added a few other charms to the tether, a simple silver anchor for Jolly Eddy's, and another the same opal green as the shark tooth.]

Other fishbowls is Nova City- 's kinda the most like Cerealia. Lotta space age shit but y' can't go t' outer space or nothin'. Then there's Everglade that's kinda like watchin' a horror movie only 's real life. Attleton's jus' a buncha folk livin' in a city goin' t' work, goin' t' school, knockin' over c-stores, an' shit like that. An' Fayren's got the magic an' the ocean an' the pirates an' the woods an' shit. Then inside all a them fishbowls sometimes folk'll open up 'nother fishbowl, an' I guess 's like. They can go places from their own home but it ain't really that place, an' the people in 'em 're kinda like... fake. Like real cuz y' can touch 'em an' shit but fake cuz it ain't really them. Cute li'l fishbowl over our heads is called the barrier. 'S made outta folks in Everglade's fear a each other. That shit goes down, all kinds a crazy ass nasties swarm in an' shit gets deep real quick.

So. Welcome t' the fishbowl, bro. Missed y'.

And where can you get that kind of thing? [asking for a friend]

[that is a lot of fish bowls but he follows, more or less, sipping his drink and cracking peanuts as he goes. He shakes his head at the Cerealia comment, but isn't surprised he and Grell are at odds.]

And how do we fit into all of it? [as a group, he means.]</small

Aye well that's easy. Vista could do it in his sleep. I suppose in order to find the answer I'll just have to go and look myself.

Of course. Better to witness it yourself than have someone tell you.

From my world. [ She pauses. It's not hard to figure out he wants it, which.. she's okay with others buying it- her family business is selling it after all. Just.. ] If you don't know how to use it it's extremely volatile. A poorly timed sneeze can set off an explosion. [ It's properly contained and guarded in the hologram, but pure Dust... ]

Seems too volatile to be used in that sort of thing. [the hologram he means] But you don't seem too worried about it.

If it's properly contained and handled it's not a problem. It's actually set up to knock out anyone who tries to mess with the mechanism as a security feature. My family produces and sells it, so I'm fairly skilled with it.

I'd like to learn it if I could. Never know when it could come in handy.

Perhaps once you're a little more settled in I'll introduce you to some basic techniques sometime.

I'll be sure to take you up on that. [and he will. It sounds like too interesting a thing to pass up] Until then, Miss Schnee.

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