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genessia2016-06-28 08:23 am
aetherflows) wrote in genessia2016-06-28 08:23 am
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video | alphie, no.
[video;]
[He's already gone over the given reading material five times, and that doesn't include restarting the hologram of Weiss at least three. He wants to be sure he's hearing this correctly. There isn't a way home. And what was that about keeping the necklaces on? He chalks it up to a local custom and wears the thing, which looks absolutely goofy against his uniform (green versus a royal dark blue), but he has made greater sacrifices in the name of fashion.
So when he finally tries out the 'videophone', he finds it's really quite similar to a linkpearl except with pictures. He can get behind this. Despite having an extremely youthful face, he is calm and collected. That doesn't mean he's accepted his fate... and there are many, many unfinished things he has yet to do.]
Good morning. I hope this message finds all of you well. I am Alphinaud Levilleur-- recently arrived-- and I am in possession of a few brief questions if you have the time.
Firstly, I cannot be sure of how many people there are in this place-- those who have been kidnapped-- but an estimate would be very helpful. Additionally, I seek clarification on the notion that we must wear our given necklaces to differentiate us from those who are "real". I understand the necessity of tracking foreigners and their activities, but so far I have seen nothing that would indicate one's neighbor on the street is a facsimile of any kind, unless somewhat reticent behavior indicates that aught is awry. I would know the true nature of this distinction if you are willing.
Lastly, though I dare not give myself completely to hope, anyone who recognizes the name Eorzea: I would speak with you, privately, about the current state of affairs in our world.
[He breathes in, lets it out.]
Thank you for your consideration. I do not mind answering questions in turn, though I doubt I have much to offer; I have been [exiled] away from what I consider my home for quite some time.
[He's already gone over the given reading material five times, and that doesn't include restarting the hologram of Weiss at least three. He wants to be sure he's hearing this correctly. There isn't a way home. And what was that about keeping the necklaces on? He chalks it up to a local custom and wears the thing, which looks absolutely goofy against his uniform (green versus a royal dark blue), but he has made greater sacrifices in the name of fashion.
So when he finally tries out the 'videophone', he finds it's really quite similar to a linkpearl except with pictures. He can get behind this. Despite having an extremely youthful face, he is calm and collected. That doesn't mean he's accepted his fate... and there are many, many unfinished things he has yet to do.]
Good morning. I hope this message finds all of you well. I am Alphinaud Levilleur-- recently arrived-- and I am in possession of a few brief questions if you have the time.
Firstly, I cannot be sure of how many people there are in this place-- those who have been kidnapped-- but an estimate would be very helpful. Additionally, I seek clarification on the notion that we must wear our given necklaces to differentiate us from those who are "real". I understand the necessity of tracking foreigners and their activities, but so far I have seen nothing that would indicate one's neighbor on the street is a facsimile of any kind, unless somewhat reticent behavior indicates that aught is awry. I would know the true nature of this distinction if you are willing.
Lastly, though I dare not give myself completely to hope, anyone who recognizes the name Eorzea: I would speak with you, privately, about the current state of affairs in our world.
[He breathes in, lets it out.]
Thank you for your consideration. I do not mind answering questions in turn, though I doubt I have much to offer; I have been [exiled] away from what I consider my home for quite some time.
video
Believe me, I have had enough of lies and deceit to last for a lifetime. [And that is the truth. He made what he thought was a force of good, and then... it all went very, very wrong.]
I am Elezen, though if I bear some resemblance to a race on your world, that should be very curious indeed! What is an elf?
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Oh, why an elf is...[He runs through what he knows, and comes up with a very long list of descriptions, some contradictory]
...a lot of things, most unflattering. I'd much rather know what an Elezen is; you can probably give a better answer, seeing as you are one. I hope all of them love the truth so much; seems we're both fed up with its opposite.
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Elezen live to be a couple hundred of years, and they are very tall and slender with long, pointed ears-- as you have most likely observed. [A small noise of amusement. He's not very tall, though.] They were the original inhabitants of Eorzea. They were also territorial and did not take kindly to the other races who came from over the sea. Such battles are now lost to antiquity, but Elezen, Hyur, and many others are friends today-- even in the closed walls of Ishgard.
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"Yes, I dare say you're the spitting image of one. Anything about their souls? They sound private; what else? Wise, snooty, long-suffering, etc.? And what's a "Hyur"? And an "Ishgard", while you're at it."
[Slightly bashful pause]
"Please."
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All of the above and more, my new friend. They are as varied as the places they live, which counts for the other races in Eorzea as well. The only generalization I can make is that Elezen tend to be very passionate even when it is not obvious. A fire burns fiercely in all of them, and they are often found in positions that demand valor-- be it knights or healers.
[patiently] The Hyur are those like yourself with pink to brown skin, an average stature, and round ears. They are just as varied as the Elezen in terms of personality, and perhaps richer still for their indomitable spirit and strength.
Ah, Ishgard... I have much to say about it, since I have traveled there. It was a mystery to most, a frozen land so deeply reclusive they would not answer our call for aid when Eorzea needed it the most. They have been besieged by dragons for over a thousand years ere now. My initial impressions were of a wasteland, but the country is vast and wild in ways I cannot adequately describe and there is still so much more to see. Its long history is tangible not only in the ample ruins and ancient records, but in the great city itself.
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Knights! Fiery, valorous, knights. I am very glad to have met at least one of their members. [He's been raised on tales of King Arthur's court, so the "K word" reliably sets him off]
Ah, they sound much like men, then. [He hopes he has strength and an indomitable spirit too]
A thousand years...goodness, that's difficult to imagine. It's rare for any kind of conflict in my world to last longer than a decade, and even that's regarded as extreme. They must count on dragons as regularly as the weather. Even so, that does sound like a fantastic place. I'd like to see it one day.
[But then again, he doesn't want to inflict nostalgia on anyone. For all he knew, neither of them would ever see it again. The here and now is what's important, isn't it?]
Not to say that the present world you're in isn't equally fantastic. I'd probably kill you out of weariness recounting it all. But it's a familiar kind of fantasy; I've lived in it for going on two years now, though it still has its fair share of surprises.
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I am not quite the vision of a knight, but I am fortunate to have the acquaintance of several incredible warriors. They are so much more than I could ever aspire to be.
[Most likely, Ted has all the spirit of any Hyur. Being short-lived means you're tenacious as hell.]
Dragons are not mortal and their memories do not fade like yours and mine. Therefore, the war will continue so long as there are still dragons to fight it. It is a sad state of affairs and soon we may be in a position to ease it. I certainly hope we can do something.
[He nods, solemn as appropriate.]
There are other cities connected to this one, correct? What are they like?
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Heh, something else we have in common. You can't take two steps without running into some legendary warrior here. It's very awe-inspiring. You almost can't help but become one yourself through sheer osmosis.
Ah, dragons. May they all be happily slain, the scaly pests.
Certainly. I like to describe them by their "souls", if you will. Attleton is idyllic and quiet, where the supernatural interferes least. Fayren, by extension, is where sorcery abounds, and chivalry is still in its heyday. That one is the most spacious. Nova City is a sprawling, noisy, soulless machine, though it does produce the most handsome conveniences. If only it did not inconvenience all art.
Everglade is a riddle. It lies somewhere between Attleton and Fayren, absorbing the crabbed nature of the former and the black magic of the latter. Rather got the worst of both worlds. And yet, one gets a hopeful feeling about it, as though it might one day shake off its manifold sins and dazzle us all with light eternal. A diamond in the rough. A worn cliche, but I hope you're not too refined for cliches.
[It's pretty obvious which city has Ted's romantic attention]