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.
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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.