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Considering they did literally nothing that's been established to kill an Ascian, and the Shoebill's still around...Being called out like that, he stares at him flatly, then shakes his head.]
Old habits die hard, I suppose. But see? I'm learning the ways of you mortals. You'll just have to forgive me for not being in the habit of scurrying away from every perceived danger like frightened vermin.
[Being mortal is exhausting.]
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So you are in the shoebill!!If you're going to get in a staring contest with any mortal, don't pick Estinien. He might have some leftover draconic traits that give him an advantage. He looks completely deadpan straight back at you.
Ordinarily he'd take his leave of this conversation--vertically, if need be--but you're not the only one who's found his usual skills diminished.
He can't jump as high as a measly roof, the suffering!!He doesn't want to run either, it seems foolish.After a moment, he scoffs and turns half-back towards the road before responding.]
Do as you will.
[Get used to it, bucko.]
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damn straight.Yeah, a staring contest isn't quite what he's after, not when he rather his eyes be closed than open. However, with Estinien's surrender—because that's what he's taking this as—he follows along behind him. Though, he probably should pick up the pace, considering his languid and relaxed gait.]
I always do.
[He didn't sign up for this. He didn't survive the sundering just to be forced into being mortal for real!]
Anyroad, where are we headed, dragoon? Or are we to explore these virgin territories without a plotted course?
[They're hardly virgin territories, though to them they are in a sense. Maybe he's just getting into a little bit of a role to keep himself entertained. Look, he's got to make up for Estinien's lack of sociability.]
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It's strategic capitulation. As you've just said, you're the type to do whatever you please, and Estinien can't escape this situation without looking weak or ridiculous, so he won't.]
My apologies, did you have somewhere else to be?
[Please say you do.]
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Ah, the things we do to maintain our pride.]
Not at all, I'm merely along for the ride.
[Deal with it, fucker!!]
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He's going to be praying to Halone more in your presence than he has for years.
He just. Keeps walking. Doesn't dignify that with a response.
This isn't worse than the time he got bodysnatched by a furious dragon, but he's definitely not enjoying it.]
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See, that's gotta be a credit to Emet-Selch! Making a man more faithful to his religion by merely being around him! And here people want to paint him as a villain!
But it's fine, he doesn't need to respond, after all, his question will be answered soon enough by seeing where he's heading. But man, walking for prolonged periods of time through the wilderness, sure he can do it and has done it before and not just recently, after all Solus was a soldier before he became an emperor and that was Emet's doing!
But that mortal body wasn't acting as a literal flesh prison like this one is.]
I have to hand it to you mortals. [Oh, did you think he was going to be quiet just because he didn't talk for a moment there? Yeah, you ain't that lucky.] For all your inadequacies, your lot certainly are tenacious—willingly suffering these exhausting limitations for the entirety of your lives; paltry though they are.
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Yes, you are the cause of his come-to-Halone moment. Congratulations.
He's honestly contemplating leading you in a giant circle and seeing how long it will take for you to notice. But no, he's heading back towards town. Keep talking and the giant circle plan may come back though.
Just when you think he might be still ignoring you:]
I suppose tis a matter of perspective. Those of us unlucky enough to be unable to shed our bodies as a serpent sheds it skin when it inconveniences us merely have to live with it.
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Really. He's not an idiot, he'd recognize a circle when he's walked it. His attention to detail is pretty damn impressive, even if he doesn't have his usual sight. In fact, these eyes kinda suck compared to what he's used to, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't realize it all the same!]
Awful presumptuous, aren't you? I do not make a habit of jumping too and fro between bodies all willy-nilly, nay, I tend to stick with my mortal host till my task is complete.
[He spent seventy-something years in Solus' old flesh bag, after all.]
But, there are advantages I lack being robbed of my power. Though, you too feel this, if not so keenly. Say, dragoons are known for the height of their leaps, are they not? How poorly has yours suffered?
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Your comrades do not share your convictions.
[Elidibus is just body hopping errywhere. Into dead people even, speaking of not having shame.
He is...not saying anything. No more than five yalms, it's a disgrace and he hates it. His jumps haven't been that short since he was in training as a child.
That, and he doesn't feel the whispers of Nidhogg's aether or his rage anymore, and it's strange. He'd gotten used to it, the knot of the wyrm's remnant power resting beneath his breastbone. A reminder of what he'd been through, of what he needs to not allow himself to turn into.]
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Look, he used to be more conservative about that, maybe Lahabrea's bad habits rubbed off on him! Right now Emet seems to hold the record for longest possessed mortal, and it's probably going to stay that way.]
Yes, to their detriment.
[He says that idly, but he's quick to dismiss it all the same, seeing as Estinien is incriminatingly silent. Though, Estinien isn't alone with the deafening silence, since being here Emet had felt a disconnect from...well, the other Ascians, but so too to Zodiark. It's perplexing, but he's chosen to ignore it.]
Mm, that bad?
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Estinien watches his Vulpix dive into and out of the brush on the side of the trail, seemingly perfectly content with their walkabout.]
Is it taxing for you, I wonder?
[He means the general you, but if you want to take it personally that's fine. He actually sounds...somewhat curious. Nidhogg subsumed him so completely that there wouldn't have been the opportunity to ask questions even if he wanted to, it was all he could do to keep his own self together under the onslaught.]
Enough to take to the trees and leave you here should I wish.
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The movement catches Emet's eyes for a moment, but then the question brings his attention back to Estinien.]
Aye, 'tis no trouble if one takes care, but should one get overzealous... [Like Lahabrea did... He shakes his head.] 'Tis a contest of wills, a battle of souls, and while ours will win every time, it does not change that there are drawbacks to such practices.
And, if you do make off for the treetops, I only hope that your ability to land has not likewise suffered. 'Twould be a pity if you made a right fool of yourself in your haste to flee.
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Hm.
[He doesn't have the expertise to know if it's the same mechanic. If it would feel the same should an Ascian try to take over his body and will like Nidhogg did. (He also doesn't want to find out, this is not a science experiment.)]
Landing is the simple part.
[Anyone can learn how to fall properly, it's the jumping that's hard!]
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Honestly, Emet doesn't really know, either. How often do you hear about dragon phantoms possessing people? Estinien might be a world first there.]
Care to demonstrate?
[Look, he just wants to see Estinien's pitiful leap. Maybe he's being a bit petty here, but he's grasping for anything to make himself feel better about being as stunted as he is.]
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Estinien casts a glance back at Emet. He might not get the impression that feeling better about yourself is what you're going for...]
No, I don't.
[...but he still doesn't want to perform on cue. He is not a trained beast here for your amusement.]
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Honestly it's a little of column A and a little of column B. Seeing Estinien struggle a little would make him feel better about his own situation, a little ol' schadenfreude, but also...maybe he takes a little pleasure in being a right pain in the ass.]
Oh, very well, I'll leave it be.
[Well, for the moment, anyway. Though he's hoping the town isn't too far off, he honestly can't remember how long of a walk it was... No wonder he laid down for a nap after going out to the lake.]
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Estinien guesses they're about halfway back, if this is going to continue for a while he's going to go round the bend. Do you plan on accompanying him past that too? Halone help him if so.
Maybe it's best not to let Emet drive the conversation, but small talk. He is not good at that. It's one of the many reasons he avoids people. (Or maybe because he avoids people he's not good at small talk? This may be a chicken or the egg scenario.)]
...you prefer to keep your...Pokemon...confined?
[That is a strange, strange word. "Familiar", he could understand, but they were not arcanists and this is not their world. So.]
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Everything is so much easier when you can just teleport—something even Eorzeans can do, even if they're limited to Aetherytes. Hell, even having a proper mount would go a long way, and yet they're forced to walk around like uncivilized savages.
Here he was going to let the conversation die for a spell, but look at you! Talking all on your own, if he wasn't revolted by your existence, he might be proud.]
Why? Would you like to see them? I see little reason to release them if there's no purpose for them to serve.
[He also thinks Pokémon is a strange, if somewhat stupid word. But who is he to judge such? It's not like he hails from a society that had a field of academics in creating fantastical beasts or anything. Oh, wait...]
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You need to be level 20 to unlock mounts, everyone knows that.Darn it, foiled again. Can he take the question back so they can continue walking in uncomfortable silence?
And if you're so revolted by him, you could leave. Or let him leave. He'd be happy to see the back of you.]
Most seem to keep them at hand.
[The idea of stuffing animals into little balls seems too mean even for him.]
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He was level 20 before Zodiark was even conceived.Nope, can't take it back. But what's that? Estinien wants to see his backside, does he? Isn't he a little old for you?
With a sly smile:]
Do you think it unfair I keep them confined?
[Despite himself, he cannot help but enjoy how soft of heart this brutish man truly seems to be. It's almost comical. More and more he thinks that delicate looking fox suits him.]
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Not here you're not. Sprout.Your back, not your backside. No one can see that under all the layers you wear anyway, you troll.]
...They seem more intelligent than mere beasts.
[You say that out loud and he will go more prickly than his armor. That he was gifted after showing respect for Ratatoskr and named Iceheart out of sentimentality and respect for a woman he once hated.
He has such a soft center buried under all that steel and grump.]
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I'm too old to be a sprout. I'm like, petrified wood at this point.Can't go spoiling the mortals with a peep show, now can we? Nope, gotta wrap that rump up, even top it with a stupid bow.]
...Very well.
[He sighs the words out, like Estinien is being such a bother in pointing out the fact these creatures seem to be sapient to some degree. Pulling out both Poké balls, one in either hand, he releases a Yamask and a Murkrow. Both of which survey their surroundings, before looking to Estinien. The Yamask floating to Emet's side, as if to hide from the other man.
While the Murkrow is far less modest. Jumping immediately up onto Estinien's shoulders with a thoughtless flap of his wings. Quickly waddling about as he looks for something. Probably food.]
Have you only the one?
[He says, while Estinien's being hassled by his bird, like nothing out of the ordinary is going on at all. Look, buddy, you asked for this.]
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He watches curiously--noting that there seems to be a theme going here, a shadowy creature wearing a death's mask and a strange crow. Seems appropriate for an Ascian to be followed about by such ill omens.
It's fine, his hair is already a birds' nest anyway.]Aye.
[He...does not know that Team Rocket starts with two, or even much of what it is. He also is not shooing the crow away, though he does lean his head away if it comes too close to his face.]
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His Murkrow seems to give up for now. At least in terms of taking anything from Estinien (no food to be found, it seems), and instead clambers to the top of his head. Bird nest indeed.]
How very interesting. I suppose whomever spirited us away recognized I was worthy of two. But I'm sure you'll catch up soon enough.
[It's better that Estinien doesn't know, and if he can keep him from finding out about his involvement, he will. After all, it's not like he'll be up to anything good within their organization.]
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