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Good morning to those who were not murdered in their sleep by Mr. Mime.

[At this point, Gale was getting pretty sick and tired of hunting for these weird monsters that were around the cities. Sure, he loved the ones he's gotten so far, but he was well content on being done with it. How many do you really need? Plus he had other things on his mind anyway. Maybe that's why he kept dragging himself out, to keep himself occupied from the dozens of questions flooding his mind because of Aymeric's appearance. And now he has two of those master balls so he has to make at least one more trip out. But not today. Today he's at Garden Park looking pretty tired, and he's got a number of food containers with him. Delphox seems to be guarding them, while Gale is sitting next to them with his phone out.]

With the arrival of our... numerous new companions, I took to the library and located resources on food they prefer. [He gestured to the containers next to him and Delphox.] I've spent many an hour cooking a variety. If any would care to bring their companions to Garden Park to try some and pick some up, you're more than welcome. [A pause.] Do remember these are for Pokemon.

[He wasn't sure what else to say, but it almost seemed silly to only make a video just about offering treats to other trainers. He hesitated before shrugging.]

And for what it is worth to some, I am currently in talks for taking the "clubs" that my namesake left behind under my wing. T'is the least I can do for him, I feel.

[Fayren - Lioriley's Cottage (Private to Lioriley and Aymeric)]

[Gale had made several batches of the Pokemon food specifically for Lior, figuring she had quite a number with her between her own catches and Estinien's. And she put up with Estinien for this long, it was the least Gale could do in return. Not that he had any strong attachment to the guy (especially this one, the one from another timeline), but he had to repay Lior's kindness in some manner. Moreso since she played along with Aymeric's prank on the dragoon.

So he would eventually go to Fayren, with Druddigon and Delphox in tow helping him carry the food he made. It was... a lot... but Gale had spent quite some time in the kitchen and cooking. "Quite some time" translated into days, actually, but it's a good pastime and it meant keeping all the Pokemon fed.

Once he got to the cottage, he looked over his shoulder at Druddigon and Arden before adjusting the containers in his own arms so he could knock on the door with the back of his hand. Hopefully she was in, otherwise he'd have to either leave the food here with a note or carry it all back to Nova.]

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I'm quite alright. [ He moves to set the table, careful with each plate and making sure everything looks perfect every time he sets a plate down. If anyone thought Aymeric was not about presention as much as flavor well they would be wrong. Once his arms are free he gestures to the table as an invitation. ]

While it is true that it wasn't required and that there was a proposed meal to be made I believed it best not to wait until dinner before anyone eats. [ He shouldn't speak for everyone. Sure he skipped breakfast but between everything the comfort of having a bit of food and tea would surely be better than nothing. Especially considering the disaster that had thus far been the day. ]

I've no intention of stealing dinner away from you. I merely thought to repay the kindness offered from both of you. Now, if it isn't asking too much, might we enjoy lunch?

[Gale at least stayed out of Aymeric's way while he set the table but watched him carefully. Everything he knew about Ishgardian nobles seemed like it was getting thrown out the window here. Cooking? Setting the table? Being nice??]

I suppose that is true. I had forgotten it was somewhat early for dinner.

[He had lost track of the amount of time he'd spent at Garden Park earlier, and how early he rose for that matter. Actually, had he even eaten at all today? He forgets. But that low stomach rumble might actually have been his answer. No one heard that, right?]

I did not do that much, truly.

[He was just bringing PokeFood as a gift is all. Well. And help fix things up but it's not like he needed repaid for it. Speaking of which, he should probably set down Aymeric's coat somewhere.]

T'is probably ill suited for lunch conversation but, [Or not, he doesn't know. He gestures to Lioriley.] Lioriley was curious about Ishgard. Seeing though my opinion is... poor, I figure it would be best to speak of it with you. Lord Commander and all.

( With her Pokemon safely nestled in some blankets in the living room, Lioriley hurries back to the dining room as Gale and Aymeric continue in their polite-off. If she were being honest, neither of them had any right to repay anything, given that she was the one with a house full of Pokemon crying for help. They were also guests and she had done approximately nothing to accommodate them.

She'll have to recover from this somehow. Thankfully for everyone involved, Aymeric's insistent tone seems to silence her from arguing the matter further. Yes, they can just sit and enjoy lunch and oh hell yeah please talk to her about Ishgard. )

If it is not too much trouble, of course. ( She offers despite the excitement of hearing about a world she's never seen or heard of before now. She takes a seat at the table, glancing down to everything Aymeric had set out with cheeks still as bright as before. God, it smells good too. ) Oh, and thank you again.

You are quite welcome. [ He takes his seat, and truthfully it is a little easier not having to move his coat around him constantly. One forgets the simple joys of not being buried in enough layer to stave off bitter cold. He looks at Gale, brow momentarily raised. There's an argument to be made about poor opinions on Ishgard. Truthfully he doesn't have the heart for it. He could not blame anyone for harboring ill-content towards the country and certainly not Gale. ]

I would be quite happy to share any information you desire to know. In part I must agree that certain aspects to the history of my home may make for poor meal conversation. [ Like the entirely of the dragonsong war, for starters but that was so tied to Ishgard he doubted there was any way to speak of his home and not speak of it in some capacity. ] Though I would speak of it less as the Lord Commander and instead merely as one of its citizens. Titles may cloud ones eyes and shifts their views. If you wish to know of my home I would not wish to give you a view that is soured by my own position.

[Given that Aymeric was apparently from his future, Gale wasn't entirely sure what all he may have said about himself up until that point, if anything. He knows for a fact he hadn't been one to hide his bitter feelings (except to those of House Fortemps, who had shown surprising hospitality to him), but he isn't certain if he ever gets comfortable around Aymeric enough to let him in on certain details of his past. Once he had the coat neatly folded and placed aside, he would join the two at the table.]

T'is up to you of course, Lioriley. Assuming talk of politics is not wont to spoil your appetite.

[Normally it might spoil his, but he knows how to suck things up and roll with it. That was the entirety of his life, after all. Getting roped into things and just having to deal with it. But even he has his curiosity about Aymeric's feelings towards Ishgard, especially if he wasn't speaking as Lord Commander. He thought for a moment, glancing at Aymeric.]

Should you speak of anything in my future, do not withhold it on my account. I am bound to learn of it eventually, and I prefer not to avoid the subject.

( She takes her teacup in her hands and raises it to her lips, taking a small tentative sip to test the heat of it. Once suitable to drink properly, she does so; dark eyes peering over the rim of the cup to watch the two men as they speak. )

As engrained as I am in my own home world's politics, I cannot say it would bother me all that much. ( she's certainly had worse discussions over tea. She sets her cup down, hands folded in her lap as she lets the warmth of the brew settle. It's relaxing, especially after everything that's happened so far. )

Gale spoke rather broadly earlier. I suppose it would be simple to start wherever you see fit and are comfortable with. I am curious mostly of your culture, given how some aspects seem to be similar to my own - or so I presumed based entirely on what I have heard said from Estinien when he was here.

A politician never can escape such talks, can they? [ A half-hearted joke, as it seems his life would tell him once a person gets into politics there might be no escape. He nods at Gale though at heart he has how own reservations. Some events, he figures, may be too cruel to tell him of knowing. If their paths were the same it might be best to spare those pains if he can. ]

I am curious as to what Estinien might have to say. He has ever one one to dislike the political aspects that have long been part of the country. On more than one occasion I had to write a formal apology to a lord or lady due on his behalf. [ All things considered though Estinien was among the brighter parts of the country. Anger aside. After a sip of tea which, consider he knows the shortcomings of his own home, is certainly needed.

He expands upon the idea of Ishgard having been something of an isolated country. From the outside it being a land with people as cold as the winter that forever blanketed the lands. Aymeric, however, would argue that it is not the people themselves that are so cold and opposed to people as much as it was the will of the Holy See. With the church and archbishop being the center of political power it leaves people to place all of their faith in his decision making.

It had been a point of contention between himself and the Holy See. On more than one occasion his ideas had been shot down and it took no small effort to get any form of agreement to working with outsiders. In the end however seeking aid outside of Ishgard was no doubt the best decision that could have been made for the future of the country. ]

Speaking purely for myself, I simply cannot understand how one can handle politics in any manner. But I'm simply ill suited for such.

[After all, Gale's answer to plenty of things is simply "stab it" and leave it at that. As politically inept as he is, even he knows that's not exactly how to talk to somebody.

Gale managed a genuine chuckle at the remark about Estinien. His interactions with the man were relatively limited up until that point, but somehow the idea of Estinien causing enough trouble that Aymeric had to apologize for it seemed more than appropriate.

His own jaded opinion of Ishgard as a whole would make him disagree with the idea that citizens weren't as cold as they appear, but he would have to take a mental step back and realize that the lower class likely hold the same resentment that Gale himself does. He stared into his tea before giving Aymeric a side glance.]

Forgive my ignorance, but it is odd to hear that even you have butted heads with the Holy See.

[Given their willingness to call heresy on every little gods damned thing, it seems like a bloody risky move.]

While I do find such talks fascinating at best and inconvenient at worst, it is not a position suited to everyone. ( She gets why Gale might not be interested in such things; most people weren't.

Lioriley seems genuinely interested in the conversation overall however, though her expression does not seem to change most of the time. A few faint flickers of her lines are the only indication of...something, a slight change in emotion when certain things are mentioned. She takes another sip of her tea, glancing over to Gale and then back to Aymeric like she's trying to tactically place herself in this conversation. )

Be it far from me to speak on Estinien's behalf, though I can attest to his displeasure in what little he spoke of. Admittedly, we did not have many in depth discussions on it. ( A shrug. That's all she says on that front; honing in instead on the commentary about this Holy See and the Archbishop. )

It only takes a single voice to make change, or so I have come to learn.

Politics is not for everyone. There may be those in it who are ill-fitted for it. [ He can't fault Gale for not enjoying the idea. Not that Aymeric always enjoyed it but duty always called. When duty called he always strove to answer. ]

There were days I wondered if Estinien was causing trouble on purpose. As if to keep me from falling into a bottomless pit of what he might consider mundane work. [ He hoped that at the very least. It was better than thinking ill about his friend. Despite everything, including the trouble, he knew that he could always count on the man. All the more reason that while he may miss the presence of his long time friend that he is certain that he shall be okay. ]

Long have I wished for Ishgard to be a country that does not isolate itself. One that does not seek to define itself by bloodlines. One that is not downtrodden by war and death. Quite the contrast to the ideals of the archbishop who believed not in the people he ruled but that the only correct path was his. One can only say so much before the man without risking their own life however.

Aye, I will very much take the primal slaying over politics. T'is well established talking is not my strong suit.

[That was Alphinaud's one use, really. Gale probably would have told numerous individuals to piss off without that kid.

Then he's silent, gazing into his tea cup again. Would Aymeric really contend with the archbishop that much? Is all of what he said the truth? As much as he wanted to be skeptical, Aymeric is the one that reached out to the Scions for help in the first place.

So as not to appear to be spacing out, he shifts his focus to the food for the time being. The tea brew was good, and salad was salad, but the soup... the soup was a pleasant surprise. Never in the world would Gale have pegged Aymeric to be a chef of any caliber, he would have assumed servants would have taken care of everything.

... Hells, is Aymeric actually genuine? Years ago he would never even so much as entertain the thought. Not when the loss of his family and memories of time in the Brume were so fresh in his mind.

In an effort to lighten the air so that the many troubles of Ishgard wouldn't weigh on them, Gale looked between the two with a faint smile and a light tone.]

Do you politic sorts ever get a chance to relax?

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( Aymeric's words ring far too familiar in Lioriley's ears - especially the mention of war and death. Thankfully, she manages to steel her expression as not to betray the sudden onset of displeasure in similarities (the teacup helps to hide it well enough, too). )

A tyrant then, this Archbishop seems to be. How unfortunate. ( There's a faint hint of something in her voice - disdain for a man she doesn't even know just because it sounds too close to home for her liking. Aymeric and Gale - and Estinien, of course - were good men from what she had seen; there was no reason for them to suffer under tyrannical rule. Though it sounded as if they weren't too pleased about it. ) Doubtful you are the only one that holds such beliefs, if that is the case. 'Tis only a matter of time. ( Then she shrugs, because really she doesn't know. She's not a part of it and anything she can offer will be vague and slightly out of touch. Only bred from her own experiences in a world different than their own.

Oh well. She turns to Gale with a smile, half-hearted though it might be. ) Not so often, my friend. There is always work to be done.

[ Tyrant. A part of him wants to contest the idea. Yet if anyone was aware of the lengths the archbishop would to in order to achieve his goals it would be Aymeric and Gale. With a quiet and thoughtful sigh all he can do is nod in agreement. Gale may have been okay knowing what was coming but it still felt wrong to speak to openly of the future. Not when he had the time to question the grand scheme of it all. ]

The world is ever in need of those to act as mediators. It leaves one with scant moments of time outside of work. [ Too bad politicians never got a moment of rest or so he could only assume. If his own life was any indication of how little free-time one has. ] As the realm needs a great variety of people. There is seldom a shortage of those willing to take up arms for a cause they believe in. One day, mayhaps, the realm will know relative peace where less people must take up arms.

[Tyrant was right. Perhaps Gale didn't know the fullest extent of everything yet, but it still fit the archbishop perfectly in his eyes. If that bastard wasn't in power then maybe--

Gale felt his hand gripping on the tea cup, which meant it was his cue to relax. He was skeptical about Ishgard being fixable, but surely if he ever spoke his thoughts he'd be branded a heretic like all the others. Maybe somewhere deep down, he wanted to believe that razing the place to the ground wasn't the only answer.]

I would like to believe Ishgard can be salvaged. Mayhaps then no one else would needs dwell in the Brume like I once had to.

[And even despite House Fortemps hospitality to him, he still chose to stay at the Forgotten Knight during his stay in Ishgard. Staying in a manor longer than he needed didn't sit well with him.

He shook his head, looking between the two again and smiling.]

Perhaps not the best circumstances, but you can at least take some comforts here. No doubt this realm is rife with its own troubles, but neither of you have the weight of politics on your shoulders. Nor do I bear the shackles of the "Warrior of Light" here.

Whether our arrival is misfortune or no, t'is best we allow ourselves the respite while we can, no? We can breathe without having the eyes of the world on us every waking moment.

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Experience suggests it may take some time, but with enough dedication I believe it is possible as well.

( Save for what Aymeric and Gale cared to divulge during this conversation, Lioriley doesn't know the intricate details. But experience speaks volumes for all the bullshit she's had to deal with - and with any luck, their endeavor to better their world might not take as long as hers had.

To Gale's comment she looks... uncertain. A slight furrow of her brows indicates a note of apprehension at the idea of being complacent. Granted, she had tried doing that just before her arrival here - and, well, they can see how well that went for her. )

Perhaps. ( Is all she offers. A vaguely noncommittal tone said into her teacup. After a moment she has to ask: )

Warrior of Light?

Only time, far past our lives, will ever tell if the changes set in motion shall solidify Ishgard's future. If all that was fought for will truly change the future to avoid tragedies and petty power struggles.

[ Ever hopeful it was easier to believe that all the pain and suffering of so many people were paving the way for a better home. There was room to doubt. After all attempting to change a thousand years of traditions and beliefs wasn't going to be easy. Faith in the people, faith in the greater good that lies within people, reminds him not to be consumed by doubts. There wasn't time for that at home and there wasn't time for it here. ]

A unusual circumstance this is. [ Akin to Lioriley he can't give a committal answer. He's used to overworking. To piles of paperwork that might rival his size. Training knights with bow ans sword. Social and political obligations. He was entirely too use to working that a personal life was particularity alien. ]

Gale, by all means. I'm afraid I'm not an impartial party when it comes to explaining your role. [ Embarrass him. He'd like be the reason Gale gets up and leaves if he were left to sing his praises. ]

[Gale still had his doubts about Ishgard. Many, in fact. But so long as the Holy See was in place, he could never possibly see peace in its future. Aymeric almost seems naive to him... yet at the same time, maybe there was something in his future that could change his own opinion on Ishgard. Something that maybe Aymeric wasn't telling him.

Gale seemed to pout. Neither Lioriley or Aymeric seemed to agree with what he said. Gods, why do politicians have to be so bloody stiff?]

... I'm sure it is a foreign feeling for you, but you have no such obligations here. Lest you take up the position of one representative of one of the cities here.

[Which please don't. He doesn't know what the political life in Genessia is like, but he already has his doubts about the Guardians. He would prefer to not have to fuss about these two taking up that kind of position.

He tilts his head in response to Aymeric. Not impartial? ... is that a good thing, or a bad thing?]

I'm Eorzea's errand boy. [He jokes, but it sure felt like it sometimes.] I've the blessing of the Mothercrystal, Hydaelyn, so I am the one the world turns to should a primal - a god taken physical form - appear in the realm. The blessing of Light means that I cannot fall under a primal's influence like others can.

[It's a bit awkward for him to explain, but he also didn't exactly like talking about himself. Sure, felling gods on your own is a pretty big deal, but it does just make people take notice of you and be like "hey you're super strong, do this thing for me!" or some other nonsense. At times he truly did feel like a pawn that the city-states could exploit, which is all the more reason why he was extremely suspicious of Ishgard's intentions. They sure as hell never cared about him before.]

( It's all they know, Gale. )

Truthfully, I had considered vying for such a position, but my arrival in this realm made a campaign rather difficult. ( She muses quietly, mostly to herself but it's clear enough what her future intentions may be. Or maybe not - who really knows at this point. She'll just have to see how this place runs before making any rash decisions.

Her eyes widen a little as Gale explains his title and position, her interest piqued (which isn't to say it hadn't been when Aymeric was speaking of Ishgard, of course) significantly. A thousand different scenarios run through her head, her imagination as overactive as it always was. 'Primals' and 'gods' she hones in on specifically, trying to imagine what these creatures of his world might look like and if there is anything similar back home. ) Fascinating! You are both truly important men! ( She clasps her hands in front of her, cheery and smiling. ) What an honor to have you here assisting me.

[ Aymeric wasn't sure if he knew how to handle the delicacies of a multiverse and various other realities enough to consider running for any office. Not in any foreseeable future. Not that it couldn't change if he finds himself beset by too much free time. ]

You undersell yourself. No doubt the whole of Eorzea would fall if not for you. [ He wants to say he was exaggerating but between having heard tales prior to meeting Gale and of course witnessing the other in action himself, well, he really wasn't stretching the truth. While he could further point out the impact that Gale has it's Lioriley that catches him off-guard. ]

Ah, outside of Ishgard I'm afraid I'm but one of countless people who wield a sword.

... truthfully, I believe that a campaign is likely not difficult. Seeing what the current Fayren Guardian is.

[Papyrus was mostly harmless, but the fact that he's one of the highest powers in the realm... was questionable at best. But he was content foregoing that conversation.

By now, Gale should be used to the praise that gets showered on him by now, but there were times that it still made him uncomfortable. He kind of wanted to argue Aymeric, but he was... kind of the only one that could stop the primals and what felt like the dozens of times they were summoned. And that's not even going into everything with the Garleans. He gives Lioriley an uneasy smile, waving his hand.]

T'is nothing, truly. That title means nothing here and I am simply happy to assist. Say what needs done and it will be.

[And what she appears to need help with is nothing compared to having to run across the realm and fighting the Primal of the Week like home.]

You claim Gale undersells himself and yet you are doing the very same. ( but that's none of her business. ) From what you have said so far, it sounds as if you are quite the contributor to the reformation of your home. Not many can say that so easily.

( Lioriley understands the modesty, and years of experience suggests that if Gale's mission as the Warrior of Light is anything like heroes she's known in her life... it is almost expected. No true noble hero ever flaunts themselves openly. She gives them both a look, the corners of her lips curving upward slightly as she drinks the remainder of her tea. )

Regardless of your own opinions of yourselves, I truly meant it when I said that I am honored to have you here. We may not have slain any Primals or what have you, but I likely would have gone mad today had I been here alone.

( She looks down at her half empty bowl of soup and chuckles. What she says next is done so absentmindedly. ) I was worried I might not have company at all for some time, given how quickly Estinien had gone.

I swore myself to my home, life and limb. To allow the sickness and lies to fester and destroy the land and its people would be nothing short of a failure at my duty.

[ There were already shortcomings of his that he was failing to bring up. If it wasn't for Gale, maybe he would be willing to admit them. His failings however caused more suffering for people including his friend and that was a subject for another day. One where it wasn't a discussion to be had over lunch. ]

Any friend of Estinien's is a friend of mine. If ever you have need of aid or company you need only to ask. I will happily answer the call. [ He's sincere in his words. If not for the fact she aided his long time friend the fact that she was a kind soul was incentive enough to do his best to help her. That and the high number of pokemon that had been running rampant through the house. ]

Just as well that it may aid in adjusting to a life outside of duty.

[ That's a bad jab at himself, he knows. ]

[...Lies? Did he really just say lies festered in Ishgard? As much as he wanted to dig into that one and ask Aymeric what he meant by that, it was best to let it sit for now. He would rather focus on Lioriley than that topic anyway.]

I am glad we were able to aid you at such an hour. But I hope you'll excuse my hanging around to help clean up after them all. And truly we owe it to you, for your kindness and aiding Estinien both.

[If there was anything that was worth being thankful for over the whole 'Warrior of Light' thing, it was how easy certain skills came to him, which meant being a jack of all trades and then he could offer his aid in more than just managing to calm down some Pokemon with food.]

So long as you're committed to the adjustment, it should come easily. I doubt you will have any trouble.

[But he also don't know what the life of a Lord Commander entailed, so maybe it would be terribly awkward to adjust. He doesn't know.]

( Lioriley might not have known Gale or Aymeric very long, but she say with confidence that neither of their responses are all that surprising. Despite that, she still finds herself overcome with emotion at the idea of others so willing to come to her aid. Usually, it was the other way around - her going out of her way to help people regardless of the situation, willing to drop everything in an instant. She almost doesn't know what to say or do now.

Well, she does know. She wants to ask them to stay now. For the night, for the next few days, for a week. She just wants other people around now that her roof-dwelling friend had vanished. Pokemon were nice, and she would never want for noise and keeping busy... but it wasn't the same?

Oh, she should probably say something. )

Oh no, I do not mind at all. In fact, you could - Ah. ( Her voice wavers slightly. She clears her throat and presses a hand to her chest like she's surprised by the sudden lump in her throat. No, she shouldn't be so forward. ) Nevermind it. Would you excuse me a moment? ( With that she gently pushes her seat back and excuses herself from the table, making for the living room so she can gather the sleeping Cubone off the couch and set it into another room. Nice excuse to go cry alone because you don't know how to act like a person, idiot. )

Edited 2019-07-30 00:27 (UTC)

[ A part of him isn't sure how well he can adjust to a more civilian base lifestyle. Not after everything that had happened in Ishgard. Not knowing all of the duties that would continue to fall on his shoulders. The idea of a life not spent in service was alien. If there was nothing else to be gained from it all the experience alone could make it worth it.

He nods at her as she gets up to leave. Her action does breed a small measure of concern. Of course, he knows, she is no doubt capable as she could handle Estinien. To give her that bit of time to take care of whatever it was. They have given him time to sneak in a preparing a lunch. He could give her some time before jumping to conclusions. Instead he figures may as well continue polite conversation until one of them worries or she returns. ]

Mayhaps acclimating shall be easy. I admit I've not considered what life I'd lead outside of my position.

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