January - February Test drive

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i. action

[cryopathy]

[Subtle though he may be, Aymeric's sanctuary isn't too difficult to stumble upon by someone who knows what to look and listen for in their surroundings. Judging by a first look at him, he's terribly out of place, and likely will notice the intruder almost as quickly as they appear, even a distance away. It's the armor, really, and the stern look that gives him away.

Unlike the Elezen, the approaching stranger changed into their new clothes -- sparing, that is, a black fur ruff splayed loosely about their shoulders -- hours ago, to better blend in to this world. They almost want to play him for a fool...

... and the temptation is too strong, it seems.]

Oh, my! You seem a bit... tense. Are you perchance lost?

[ourstosee]

[The moment the underbrush so much as stirs, Aymeric's head lifts. The task of carefully unfolding his own gifted clothing is immediately forgotten, hands instead shifting to a blade that no longer rests against his hip. His eyes narrow briefly, sizing the approaching stranger up. Strictly based on their attire, they would not seem to pose a threat. But he's bore painful, scarring witness to just how much damage even one, ill-equipped straggler could do.

He doesn't relax. But if nothing else, he doesn't sound outright hostile.]

T'would seem a common affliction. [The corner of his mouth lifts into a smile.] I might could ask the same of you.

[cryopathy]

[She watches his movements casually in her peripheral, no subtle cues on her face giving away the fact that she recognizes what is instinctual reaching for a weapon. Just another fun quirk!]

Who, me? Oh, no, I know exactly where I am! [Her smile shifts from playful to almost catlike, and she... winks? It's difficult to tell with the eyepatch.] Route 29, of course. I read the signs.

[ourstosee]

[Trained as his gaze is on her, Aymeric picks up on the almost playful way she reacts. It makes him uneasy, especially as she speaks. She's toying with him. The only question now is why. There are no features that might define her as a native of Eorzea, not that they would matter anyway. He'd caught a glimpse of his own ears, after all, vaguely pointed but ultimately rounded down. Her unfamiliar traits certainly didn't discount her as an assassin from his home.

Still, without an immediate reason to suspect her, Aymeric settles with a continued, careful approach.]

Route 29. [And, as if to play at her own game -] En-route to Cherrygrove City. It stands to reason if you are reading the signs, rather than bearing the intrinsic knowledge, that you are just as out of place here as I.

[cryopathy]

Why, I hardly need intrinsic knowledge to avoid becoming lost. If that were the case, no one would ever travel.

[She leans partly against a nearby tree, still a safe distance from him, seeing as he seems on a hair trigger. The jostling disturbs part of her ruff, which extends upward in a bump... and it isn't part of the fur at all, but a little, round blackbird. It stares at Aymeric with even more open curiosity than its apparent trainer does. If the stranger notices, she doesn't acknowledge it.]

What parts are you from, then, fellow explorer?

[ourstosee]

[In his rightful element, Aymeric was hardly a suspicious man. It was probably why he'd been knifed in his gut so easily, now that he thinks about it. But this is far from his rightful element, and this person is far from any normal passerby. He knows not what to make of her.]

I hail from Ishgard, a city in the Coerthan Highlands. Located on the continent of Eorzea.

And you?

[cryopathy]

[In his defense, Aymeric doesn't know that their first instinct is to toy with others so that they feel in control, even though they have no more say in all of this than he does.]

Never heard of it. I'm from Renova -- the capital. Little thing nestled west of the mountains. Great wine country.

[For a moment, they think, and eventually decide that gathering information has overtaken causing mischief as their priority.]

Do you happen to recall what you were doing before you landed here?

[ourstosee]

I am afraid I am just as unfamiliar. Though... [He trails off, thoughtful.] Wine country? [If nothing else, Aymeric perks up, just a little. Now they're speaking his language.

In any case, he's quick to nod his assent to the second question.]

I was en route to the frontlines after returning my comrades to their base of operations. I must have closed my eyes to rest for a brief moment and nodded off. Then I was here.