Ramza Beoulve (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
throw_stone) wrote2013-09-12 02:20 pm
throw_stone) wrote2013-09-12 02:20 pm
second mission - video
[It's a cool day, a few hours past sunrise, when Ramza turns on his camera feed - well, and then places it in the mouth of his Skarmory. He's got many things this land has given him to think about.
But one keeps bubbling up - and, so, Ramza has made his way to the Cherrygrove beach, sitted with an egg in his lap. Even if today is an important day... well, Ramza has gotten his rest. He's actually got the urge to move on.]
Recently, I've spoken to another person from another land - and, he said my manner of speech was... off, in many ways. 'Tis true, I've not heard the nurses and shopkeepers speak like this... is it really that odd, however? We've all come from different lands - would it be less... odd, to try and speak like the natives.
[A pause, as he does shift, slightly. He's got another question.]
My first capture, when I arrived, was a Hoothoot, who I named Hildegard. She proved good, in both training Sevrin, and on her own. But, now she's evolved - she's taller then I. Is that common, in evolu--
[That interuption? Suddenly, the egg in Ramzas' arms is glowing... and there is suddenly a Dratini there, curling around him. It looks like quite the common Dratini, except for the mark under the horn.
With a slight grunt, Ramza shifts so the Dratini is less... trying to strangle him, trying to wrap around him. Yes, he looks that awkward.]
Seems you waited until an important day to hatch - are you trying to say something, or is it just another coincidence? Ah - that reminds me. Though I suppose birthdays are common to celebrate, has anybody here brought important days from their land to the people of this land?
[He gives a full lineface, before reaching and turning off the video feed.]
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[A little after that post, Ramza is coming to get you, Walter. >| He is ready to leave, if you are. To be honest, though? His lineface has the slightest of frowns, his walk the slightest of limps. Guess who took an Iron Tail, off-camera?]
I'd not thought it'd rebel, straight out of the egg.
But one keeps bubbling up - and, so, Ramza has made his way to the Cherrygrove beach, sitted with an egg in his lap. Even if today is an important day... well, Ramza has gotten his rest. He's actually got the urge to move on.]
Recently, I've spoken to another person from another land - and, he said my manner of speech was... off, in many ways. 'Tis true, I've not heard the nurses and shopkeepers speak like this... is it really that odd, however? We've all come from different lands - would it be less... odd, to try and speak like the natives.
[A pause, as he does shift, slightly. He's got another question.]
My first capture, when I arrived, was a Hoothoot, who I named Hildegard. She proved good, in both training Sevrin, and on her own. But, now she's evolved - she's taller then I. Is that common, in evolu--
[That interuption? Suddenly, the egg in Ramzas' arms is glowing... and there is suddenly a Dratini there, curling around him. It looks like quite the common Dratini, except for the mark under the horn.
With a slight grunt, Ramza shifts so the Dratini is less... trying to strangle him, trying to wrap around him. Yes, he looks that awkward.]
Seems you waited until an important day to hatch - are you trying to say something, or is it just another coincidence? Ah - that reminds me. Though I suppose birthdays are common to celebrate, has anybody here brought important days from their land to the people of this land?
[He gives a full lineface, before reaching and turning off the video feed.]
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[A little after that post, Ramza is coming to get you, Walter. >| He is ready to leave, if you are. To be honest, though? His lineface has the slightest of frowns, his walk the slightest of limps. Guess who took an Iron Tail, off-camera?]
I'd not thought it'd rebel, straight out of the egg.
hello
Walter had finished his own packing quickly and was seated on a bench, waiting. His own day-old Skarmory was nestled in the crook of his arm, feet dangling like a chicken being hauled around and head curled down so Walter could scratch her cheek with a free finger.]
A feisty one? [Oof, getting up, retrieving bag with the other arm...] Seems it could be a - dangerous one if it were to misbehave. [He glances sidelong at Ramza with a quirked brow. That's what the limp is about, isn't it.]
hi u
He can't help it if this thing is, well. Kind of very clingy - Ramza is trying to reach for his own bag, as he tries to shrug this thing off. Why. :c ] Like your hatching - it seems this one was born with quite a few attacks.
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[Ramza... lets out a sigh!]
He's not tame - not like Systeleley.
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After that broadcast - well, he thought it'd be a nice introduction to attack my leg, as I stood up.
[All deadpan.]
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He slings his bag up onto his shoulder, clapping Ramza on the back with his now-free hand as he walks past him.] You've got to exert some control, or you'll soon not be the master! [And he starts in the direction of the road north, expecting Ramza to follow. Gertrude lets her head dangle, looking upside-down at the lingering duo, and makes encouraging motor noises.]
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I've not the words for it.
[But he is following, at his own brisk pace. He's not gonna let a bruised leg slow him down.]
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WELP] Resign yourself to your fate, then. [This "sympathetic" tone is full of bullshit.] Have you any plans for him, Master Dragon? [As is this obeisant one.] I've heard he's a skilled hand with the sword - aye? [with a quick, impish glance at Ramza] - but I think he won't sate the appetite, if yours stirs. A whit too, ah...
[He does the lowering his face-down palm thing in the universal gesture for "short", grinning all the while.]
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But the Dratini gives a playful spin, suddenly draping himself around Ramza, nice and smug. Yeah, he has plans. Not plans he can tell you, but!]
If we are to get started, I shall get Systeleley ready for travel.
[Yeah, time for Ramza to tell you about Chocobo.]
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Systel'? [His gaze flicks down at his own Skarmory for a second, then back up. Uhhh.] ...Wherefore?
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...Which is taller then him.]
You've not heard of riding creatures?
[A pause.]
Your world does not have Chocobo, then.
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waaaait a minute.]
Don't tell me...
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[It's almost like they're covered in thick armour. He places a hand to his own, giving a little bit of a smirk to Walter. This is Ramza trying to be sassy.]
Are you surprised?
THIS IS JUST A STANDARD SURPRISE EXPRESSION I SWEAR
THAT'S SILLY]
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[As he starts to get onto the bird, it tenses up. The ScarfDratini hasn't shifted much, though. He's chill about this too.]
At least this bird is not a Red Chocobo. We'd have trouble if that were the case.
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...all he can do is shake his head in disbelief. Ramza's no doubt already heard every variation on "this shit is bananas" he has in his vocabulary, anyways, so why say it again?]
Don't slice open your leg. [He'll just watch and resign himself to eternal confusion.]
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...ramza plz...]
Does your land have any ridable creature? [He is still curious okay.]
i'm going to bed i swear
Horses? [Do you seriously just...not....]
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[...]
I've not heard of horses, you see - they don't exist in Ivalice, from what I've seen.
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[A shake of the head.
Yeah, Ivalice has no deer. Now, in the past of Ivalice, there were two different horse-like creatures. But lol tactics doesn't know about ffxii (and he doesn't know much about summons either or he might know of odins horse). A pause, and then:]
Perhaps there is a Pokemon which is like one.
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[As they continue, though, Ramza has another thing he's been wondering. Yes he is still on the bird, and is still dragon scarfed.]
You call yourself Samurai... 'tis not the same as the ones from my land, I suppose? Men from a distant land who use strange magicks, the spirits trapped within their katana... I wonder if I could have that power, if I were in Ivalice.
[he researched these things
he wonders if he could be a samurai
but no ramza is a calculator forever in my headcanon
calculator is super broken class.]
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A Samurai is a Samurai, as I know it. [shrug.] Men-at-arms of the Eastern Kingdom of Mikado, demon-slayers and relic-hunters. [He lets go of Gertrude, letting her hop to the ground and jog merrily alongside Systeleley, so he can fold his arms behind his head.] And...whatever else we're ordered to, I suppose. I used to see them patrolling the countryside, catching thieves or carrying orders from the castle.