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TEST DRIVE MEME #2
Awakening
The multiverse is sick. It’s dying. And it’s up to you to save it. Or, at least, that’s what the Zenith Corporation had told you when they announced their search for a cure across the multiverse. They hand-picked individuals to be "volunteers" for the next stage of experimentation. Maybe they made it sound dire, maybe you already had your mind set to help, or maybe the specifics of how you could help was vague. Considering the alternative was wasting away on your home planet with no promise of when this cure might actually come to fruition, it ultimately wasn’t much of a choice either way.
Everything comes to life the more awake that you start to feel. "Good morning, volunteer," sounds a synthetic, feminine voice in your ear. That must be one of the fancy features they advertised about the chip that was injected just beneath your skin. A projected HUD above your torso displays and scrolls through several readings about the state of your being. "A scan of your vital signs show that everything is functioning as normal." There’s a small pause. "Wait-" The spike of alarm that should follow that single, distressed-sounding word is accompanied by a light chime. "Emotional responses are still accurate, too. Thank you for your cooperation!" Without any further explanation or allowing for protest, she continues on. "I hope you enjoyed your nap! We’ll be descending to planet #05031941 - common name designated as Zhautas - in approximately three hours. There will be a brief orientation for all volunteers exactly one hour before landing. Due to potential unnatural stress levels upon awakening from stasis, I suggest a relaxing trip to the garden beforehand."
If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask.
My name is R.O.S.I.E. and, on behalf of all of us at the Zenith Corporation, we’re happy to have you aboard.
Code CreditMy name is R.O.S.I.E. and, on behalf of all of us at the Zenith Corporation, we’re happy to have you aboard.
Say Aloe (Prospective Players Only)
Red lights lead the way to the gym, green will be your path to the gardens, ostignuh is- Wait, what do you mean the color ostignuh is burning your eyes? Huh. They must have over-corrected for your species. Oh, well. They’ll fix that for the next trip. For now, don’t worry about it. It probably didn’t lead to anything important anyway!
- The staff is much more attentive this time than they were with the first wave of volunteers. Poor feedback and the threat of losing their jobs if they don't improve their standing will do that! Unfortunately, it isn't just the colors that have been over-corrected. Despite how many times you tell the very helpful staff member that you're fine, they won't leave you alone. Are you sure? They can walk with you if you'd like. They can even hold your hand if you're overwhelmed! If there's anything you need, they're here for you.
Maybe if you find a buddy to walk you to your destination they might divert their attention to a different volunteer. The buddy system is pretty fool-proof, after all. - As you draw closer to the gardens, the lights in the hallway begin to dim. In fact, the only available source of illumination for a small distance is the thin green line across the floor guiding your way. Careful not to trip! There's handy railing to hold onto or maybe you accidentally grab the arm of that (hopefully) cute person nearby. It's kind of hard to tell and green isn't really a flattering color anyway.
Suddenly, you're stepping into a wide open space of twilight. Iridescent flowers dot the landscape for as far as the eye can see. They come in all different shapes, sizes, and glow softly in this simulated night-scape. Trees of shining magenta leaves and blue bark wind up to the stars. Or, at least, the viewing panels that allow the stars to be seen from inside the ship. Not to worry, it's entirely safe and beautiful!
The featured flower of this month is the Nykt Blossom. Be warned, however, that inhaling its pollen causes increased levels of oxytocin. This will cause you to feel compelled to bond socially with others. That is, you might find yourself a lot more friendly than usual! Maybe a little too friendly, even, if you're especially susceptible to its effects. - It's very easy to miss the warning signs in this dark as you step into the section of the garden that houses the more alien plant-life.
They'll fix that for the future, of course, but for now many volunteers are likely finding themselves subject to the same unfortunate circumstances. Coitendrils are in abundance here; they're a pretty touchy feely species.
It's a plant that thrives in warm conditions and grows at an incredibly fast rate to seek out these cozy spots. As it turns out, your body warmth is the highest temperature around and exactly what it's looking for.
Before you know it, long green tendrils are suddenly growing around your arms or legs in speedy spirals. They get everywhere in a matter of mere seconds. Their growth is aggressive, finding ways beneath the fabric of whatever clothes you happen to be wearing and to the skin below. The only way to reverse their growing hold is to cool yourself off and fast. Maybe someone can grab you some ice?
Orientation (Prospective Players Only)
Around an hour before landing, an announcement is made to everyone aboard the ship. It’s time to find your way to the amphitheater for orientation. If anyone gripes, they are reminded that it has mandatory safety information that the Zenith Corporation is legally required to cover. In fact, there's even a quiz at the end to make sure you understand all the technical ins and outs! The Zenith Corporation only has your best interests at heart. They also can’t afford another lawsuit or PR nightmare but who can, really? It’s only a half an hour long and R.O.S.I.E. reassures everyone that it will go by faster than they think.
- Are you way too cool for school? If you try to play hookey, the crew members of the spaceship are already on guard. You're not the first one to try this and they doubt you'll be the last. Try as you might to super sleuth your way around, there’ll be someone at apparently every single turn and twist you try.
It’s also very likely that in scrambling to find a place to hide you’ll run into someone else breaking the rules! Perhaps great minds think alike and you decide to try to defy the system together. Or maybe they’re totally just getting in your way and you decide instead to throw them to the wolves to give yourself a better chance at escaping certain boredom that is an informational seminar. The choice is yours, volunteer! - Whether you come to the orientation willingly or are dragged in by one of the staff, you’ll quickly realize just how bad R.O.S.I.E. lied. A half an hour feels almost like ten hours instead. The last time you checked your watch, it was somehow later than when you check it now. Is time going backward? It sure seems like it the longer you listen to the monotone voice read over colored flavor text clearly meant to engage but missing its mark stupendously. Even the motivation of a quiz at the end that needs to be passed in order to disembark seems to do little to nothing for your dwindling attention span.
Finally, there’s a break in the bureaucratic monotony. The faceless, droning voice introduces one of the staff currently on Zhautas, Jeneviere. He's assistant to the head scientist, Professor Quintalian, and freshly assigned overseer of new volunteers. He also looks like he absolutely doesn't want to be the one doing this seminar.
"Come now, Jenny," says a masculine voice off screen. "You promised."
"I know what I said," he snaps, glaring off camera and not seeming to care much for the fact this is a live feed nor that these new volunteers are expecting something a bit more professional.
"Then what's the problem?" the voice asks again. As it does, a tentacle wiggles into view and gives a reassuring pat on the deerman's shoulder. "I know for a fact that you like being filmed, Jenny, so really this shouldn't be so daunting-"
As he speaks, Jeneviere's cheeks suddenly burn red hot. He stands forcefully out of his chair and uses one of those hoofs to kick harshly at the source of the tentacles. There's a very undignified squawk at the attack before the video feed cuts out and a technical difficulties sign is displayed.
"... Right," the narrator from before says to break the undeniably awkward silence. "Just give us a moment, volunteers, and we'll get a pre-recorded seminar ready for you instead. In the meantime, let's open up communications with the facility and allow you to discuss with those already on the planet about what they've enjoyed most about their time on Zhautas so far?*
- Hopefully, you didn't forget about the quiz! The staff certainly didn't. After the pre-recorded seminar is run, papers are handed out. A quiet shuffle carries through the room as people pass them to and fro down the aisles. It all seems rather arbitrary and tedious but remember! You have to pass in order to disembark.
It isn't too hard. Or maybe it is. Perhaps it's just the pressure that you only have fifteen minutes to complete it. What was the professor's first name again? How many research facilities are there on the planet? Staff are scrutinizing your every move now, it feels like. Do you take the risk and try to whisper for help to the person next to you? Pass notes? Do what you must to succeed! ...Or you can just shamefully take the quiz again and again and again until they're legally obligated to let you off board. - Hopefully, you didn't forget about the quiz! The staff certainly didn't. After the pre-recorded seminar is run, papers are handed out. A quiet shuffle carries through the room as people pass them to and fro down the aisles. It all seems rather arbitrary and tedious but remember! You have to pass in order to disembark.
Welcome to Zhautas! (All Players)
Finally, it's time to disembark at the research facility. This time they have the right coordinates so it's as easy as stepping off the ship and to your new home away from home. Or, at least, it should have been that easy...
There's an awful lot of construction going on around here. Several beings with hard hats, power tools, and ridiculous amounts of glue are rushing about. They're shouting orders and saying "excuse me" where they remember to. Still, it can be hard to get a word in edgewise about the fact that you're new volunteers here to check-in. In addition to the construction, there's also an awful lot of important-seeming people walking throughout the facility as well that staff are far more attentive to than you.
In short, it's borderline chaos as you try to get your bearings.
- "Bad news, new volunteers," says R.O.S.I.E. in the midst of all the commotion. "We have your housing assignments but there have been some... technical difficulties in preparing the new rooms." There's actually been a lot of technical difficulties, period. Maybe you've already noticed with the lights randomly changing color or dimness, the vending machine that launched your drink at you, or R.O.S.I.E. herself glitching out periodically when responding. The problem with the rooms is that the doors won't open. Or they won't stay closed. Or that they open and close constantly and forcefully so it's a safety hazard. As if everything else going on with all the construction isn't.
"We're working on it as fast as we can, but for now, we've set up a temporary sleeping situation until its resolved." Everyone will be directed to one of the larger common rooms in the east wing of the facility while the rest of the volunteers are still awaiting their new housing as promised.
Mattresses are laid out in rows on the floor. There's plenty of blankets, pillows, and even some LED lights strung around the room to provide some nice ambience.
Additionally, there's a screen covering one of the walls for a movie to be projected on before bed. R.O.S.I.E. has chosen a thematically appropriate film that was approved by Professor Quintalian himself. Snacks are provided too! It's an old-fashioned sleepover, volunteers. Make a blanket fort, enjoy what's on for your viewing pleasure, and have - most of all - have fun. - What's a sleepover without scary stories? Flashlights have been provided and it's time to get spooky. Here's your chance to share that real thriller that you know from back home. Maybe another world has a similar tale! Either way, there's nothing like bonding over a little healthy fear. Right?
Or maybe terrifying strangers isn't your idea of a good time and you'd rather make shadow puppets instead. That's also an option! In fact, some people are trying to start a contest out of it to see who can cast the most creative shadows around. - The night staff comes around for one last security sweep. Get some sleep, they say. It's been a long day. Tomorrow might be even longer if they still can't figure out the rooms or where to put all these new volunteers for the time being.
As nice as that sounds, it's a little easier said than done. Whether it's the construction noise, the person next to you snoring, or late night existential thoughts it's difficult for sleep to find you. Maybe talking to someone might help? Or maybe you just need to go to the bathroom. Good luck crossing the swath of bodies, in the case of the latter, and who knows! You might find someone else having as much trouble sleeping as you that you can commiserate with.
Or maybe you're the one snoring. Do you happen to kick in your sleep? How unfortunate for the person assigned to the mat next to you. They might be courteous or they might tell you just how obnoxious it is. Whatever the case might actually be, you're likely in for a long first night here at the research facility.
Network/Bangr (All Players)
During all the goings-on, R.O.S.I.E. will prompt you to set up your presence on the network. Pick a username, a profile picture, and commence to shitposting immediately if you so desire! Additionally, if you want to get a headstart on your contribution to the volunteer program, why not set up your Bangr? R.O.S.I.E. even has an icebreaker question ready for you! They change every month. This month's question is:
(*Despite what you might actually put, know that R.O.S.I.E. is a little glitchy. What you wrote might not actually be what's displayed! I.E., you can totally use this as a misfire type deal in case your character wouldn't answer this question.)
bangr
Professor Quintalian | 35
Wake-up sex is the best, in my opinion. Hormones are more haywire first thing in the morning; it's just scientific sense to get your bang in during wake-up time.
| ✓ | ✕ |
| YES |
NO |
Extra Notes
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Never thought about what it'd be like to have a whole race of dragons. We've just got a bunch of different variations of the species: drakes, dragonlings, and then the mature females. Generally the bigger they are, the smarter and meaner they are. The really big ones are rarer.
[Yet still beasts, well, compared to the races of humans, elves, dwarves and Qunari. Not sapient as she describes.]
You think one of yours could come here?
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[ She pulls an interesting face at the thought. ]
No. It would not prove conducive to the efforts here.
[ They are asexual beings who reproduce without partners. So. Like. Literally asexual as opposed to the orientation, like herself. Definitely not a good match for a sex planet ]
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Damn, that's disappointing. Can you imagine?
[Because Bull can, in vivid detail. I'm sorry for him.]
I would've agreed to come here just for the dragon sex.
[SORRY.]
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No, because while gendered the dragons of my world are sexless. They have no need of another dragon to produce offspring.
[ she didn't want to think about it but now she's thinking about it. the more reasonably sized dragons could probably use their tongues though. in her grand total of three sexual experiences two of them involved her husband using his tongue in very creative ways.
...yeah. her cheeks are definitely on fire now. thinking about aymeric in sexual ways tends to do that to her. ]
(( i'm laughing so hard omg. please don't call the (not!)dragon-race girl on her dragon-like feaatures ))
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[Okay, but that sounds awful. He's not into that kink.]
Well, that's a waste of a perfectly good dragon.
[Bull turns a critical look on the smaller girl once again.]
You sure you're not part dragon? You've got the tail. [He eyes it, as if wondering at the range of its capabilities, whether or not it is fully prehensile.] And the scales and the horns, kinda.
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[ there are many men in Eorzea who see women as nothing but objects for their sexual pleasure. she has rescued far too many girls and women from lives as slaves. it... irks her, to say the least, whenever people act as if sexual intimacy is the most important thing in life.
then again she is also on the opposite spectrum as the man - she could go her entire life without ever having sex again and be happy. it makes her judgments a bit more harsh than they might be otherwise. ]
I am an Au Ra, not a dragon.
[ the tail is not as prehensile as a monkey's, but it certain has a good range of motion and control if the way it flicks irritably is any indication. ]
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Look, not my intention. If there's anything I have for dragons, it's a whole lot of respect and admiration.
[It's not so much that he forgets sex isn't a comfortable subject for some. But it's such a mundane topic to him, the casual comments are in his nature.]
There's a legend they talk about among us Qunari. That a long time ago, way back in our ancestry, our blood was mixed with that of dragons. Could even be why we've got horns. Can't say for sure how true it is, but... I've always sort of liked the idea.
spent the past like 40 mins getting sucked in by FFXIV lore oops
Then I would appreciate if you refrained from crude talk about dragons around me in the future, sir.
[ she's kind of modest. and maybe a little bit of a prude. sex is definitely not a comfortable subject for her, but she'll happily talk shop about caving in skulls or shooting an arrow through a monster's eye to its brains. ]
The myth behind the creation of the Au Ra is that the Dusk Father and Dawn Mother created the world, then quarreled over who would rule it. They created the Raen and the Xaela respectively to serve as soldiers and fight their war by proxy. They waged war against each other for generations until they put aside their differences and came to love each other.
Upon seeing this the Dusk Father and Dawn Mother returned to the heavens and left the world in the custody of their children.
[ She... rolls her shoulders in a small shrug. ]
I do not know what the truth this myth stems from is. All I know is that many of my people were slaughtered when they sought refuge in Coerthas because the people there believed the Au Ra to be Dravanian bastards.
I... do not believe it to be an unpleasant thought now.
What are the Qunari like?
(( popular theory (that i agree with) is that the Dusk Mother and Dawn Father were Tiamat and Bahamut respectively so. draconian race yaass ))
i've totally done that with dragon age lore
Interesting, to see her tail respond so emotionally.]
Not an unusual tale. Even a little romantic. The Mother and Father part, I mean. [Less the genocidal slaughter.] Glad to meet my first Au Ra. Uh, sorry about your ancestors.
[This is a familiar question, and one he's more hesitant to plunge into, given how it often came -- suspicious, even angry and demanding of answers, expecting savagery. He recognizes this context isn't burdened by prejudice. And she's shared plenty about her own people.]
A lot of the history is less clear, so I'll go ahead and skip that. But we've been around for a while. The race defines itself as Qunari, or followers of the Qun. We tend to have similar physical characteristics. So, the horns and skin color. You don't have to look like us to be "Qunari," but we would call you Viddathari. Elves, humans, dwarves. Whoever.
And before you ask me what the Qun is, it's not something easy to explain.
[More than that, he's not sure he wants to, and if he tried they might be here all day.]
Anyway, we're not that common in most of the world. Not like humans, or even elves. So I'm used to the attention.
do you have the problem where it's detailed about some stuff then nada on stuff that'd be useful?
[ Era is a curious person - scholarly pursuits are something she enjoys, albeit she has a preference for the more active ones. like archaeology. perhaps it's because she knows nothing of her own past or history, but she loves learning about other people and their cultures. best to know as much as you can about the people you exist to protect, right? but she also is not one to press for details. ]
Au Ra were not commonly found in Eorzea when I first found myself there. They still are not the most abundant race on the continent, as they originate from the Far Eastern continent. I did not enjoy the attention, so I hid my horns and tail away for some months.
[ this isn't something she's really shared with many people before. a passing mention of it to Aymeric, and a reference to it if any allies inquired about it, but. it's not something her comrades - save for Yugiri - would understand, and so she never bothered to bring it up.
though admittedly she doesn't tend to bring up anything about her life before the Scions anyway. ]
I am Era.
SOMETIMES but mostly just requires a huge wiki binge to turn up tiny details
[Hahaha. Brainwashing religion, nothing weird there at all.]
Can't imagine hiding. I mean, have you seen me? Not like these horns would fit under a big hat.
[He says it with evident humor. Over seven feet, long horns, grey skin... It would be impossible. Better to hide in plain sight.]
Nice to meet you. You can call me the Iron Bull.
if only SE was so kind /stares at glaring holes in lore
[ It's kind of what happens when the creator of your world makes you Her chosen champion. And as for Aymeric, well. He was raised as the equivalent of a very devout Catholic. ]
The horns would be an oddity, though your size and colouring would not be unlike those of the Roegadyn. You could pull it off, I'm sure.
[ She's only half-joking. He would actually fit right in amongst the pirates of Limsa Lominsa.
Era offers a polite bow. ]
It is good to meet you, the Iron Bull.
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Oh, I bet. Can't imagine how much it would rustle their jimmies to know there are dozens of other worlds out there, completely ignorant of the Qun.
[Could lead to a real crisis of faith for the most loyal.]
'Roegadyn'? Hey, at least there are other guys out there who look like us. That's something. [If only they were here as well. Bull would enjoy flexing to compare the size of his muscles.] A little bizarre, but. I'm still getting the hang of all of this multi-verse stuff.
[Rather than return the bow, he claps her on the shoulder. Gently.]
Thanks for using 'the' in my name. A lot of people forget that part.
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[ It occurs to her that she never asked anyone this before. Most likely due to never really hearing anything about the religions of other worlds - except old Norse religion, given her friendship with Loki himself. But that was an odd outlier. ]
Roegadyn, yes. While they lack horns, they are very large in both height and musculature. [ She smiles, knowing quite well how bizarre it can be. ] The multi-verse is a concept I have had some time to come to terms with.
[ Because she sees and can expect it, Era is not bothered by the action. ]
Names are important. They help make a person what they are.
[ Era had no memory of a given name, but was given a suggestion for the one she carries now. Embarking on a new era of her life it made sense to name herself that. Unfortunately there have been those in the multiverse who thought her name to be a joke.
She pulls a dagger quite casually out of her pocket, then throws it at something behind the Iron Bull. The tentacle-like vine thrashes, knocking her dagger loose from its flesh and sending it sliding across the floor back towards them.
If it had eyes or ears she would be scolding and threatening it by now. Instead she tosses her second dagger at it to make her point. ]
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Shit, not these guys again.
[Her second dagger seems to do the trick, the tendril recoiling as if stung by the strike. Just for good measure, Bull steps over and chops the offending vine clean in half with a single-armed swing.]
The Qun doesn't really 'speak' to people, exactly. It's a code the Qunari follow. [Ah, damn, here he is. Talking about it anyway.] It defines their whole society.
[A rougher, hard-voweled quality enters his voice. Their society. Not his, not anymore.]
What about your name? Does it mean something?
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Noting the viscous liquid coating her blades Era places them on the ground in near the vine, then performs three quick hand seals - Ten, Chi, Jin for Suiton - and a large spout of water bursts from the ground for second. When her daggers land back on the ground she picks them back up. ]
I recall the theocracy of Aymeric's home having something similar. A set of 'rules' dictated by their Matron that they were meant to abide by. After we dissolved the theocracy things have changed, but... I dislike such things defining a society. A society should define itself.
[ ...She doubts the Iron Bull would make fun of her for her name, so she doesn't mind explaining for him. ]
I had no name. Someone commented that I was on a new era of my life, and so I thought that was suitable enough. For my surname 'Ra' was suggested, both because I am an Au Ra and because Era Ra would match the local naming conventions.
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Well, that's handy.
[Just a sidelong comment, before he addresses the rest of what she shares. Bull sidesteps theocracy for now. It tends to be a tetchy subject, anyway.]
Good choice. Simple but descriptive, you know? Qunari don't have names either. They get assigned one, or sometimes they can pick their own. I picked mine too. I liked that it sounded dangerous. Nobody messes with the Iron Bull.
[Or his Chargers, for that matter. It stings to realize how much he misses them.]
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[ She's never met someone else who chose their own name before. It makes her feel somewhat better to know she wasn't alone in that, despite the circumstances being entirely different.
...And with one last suspicious glance at the plant life around them, Era offers: ] Shall I accompany you out of the gardens?
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[After wiping his weapon on the ground to clean it, Bull hooks it back into his belt.]
Sure. What's next?
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[ It would flow a bit less awkwardly for her, but she's not about to call him by the incorrect name if he would disapprove. ]
And there is a gym we could go to. It should have some training equipment available.
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[Some have even fallen to using 'Bull' alone. As long as the referral is there, so other people know his proper name, ease of use for the sake of conversation is fair.]
A 'gym'? Whatever it is, I'm all for hitting things right now.
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If you are any good at unarmed combat perhaps we could spar, provided there is the space.
[ The path leading out of the gardens is still quite dark, with only the thin green line offering any real illumination. If not for how her eyes adjusted to the low light Era doesn't think she would have been able to see Iron Bull, let alone the vines that had trapped him earlier.
It's enough for her to decide that summoning her Carbuncle would be a good idea (she really doesn't know why she hadn't summoned it earlier. she hasn't been without it for such an extended period is over a year now). Summoning Emmy is second nature to her, really. Era doesn't need her grimoire in hand to reference the geometries needed - she just visualizes the pattern in her mind, concentrates on forming the aether, then throws her hand in front of her.
The Emerald Carbuncle somersaults into existence in a shower of aetherial glitter, landing on the ground in front of Era and illuminating a larger area around them. It seems... irritated. Era receives an accusatory absent from their connection and returns apology.
Emmy seems to accept this, shaking itself not unlike a ruffled cat, and then leaps up into Era's arms. It radiates protect from its core and soothes its mistress almost as effectively as her husband's arms could. ]
This is my Emerald Carbuncle, Emmy. Emmy, this is the Iron Bull.
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['Unarmed combat' isn't technically in his dictionary. As Ben-Hassrath, Bull had learned how to use all of the tools available to him; a weapon in his hand is only a bonus. If he needs to crack someone's skull with his bare hands, or manipulate the environment to his advantage, he can do it. Not that he'd play so dirty with Era, but he's capable of training without the usual implements.
So he follows her. They make an interesting picture together -- both clearly non-human at such a disparate size difference. It amuses him, though not at Era's expense. And it's kind of nice to know he's not the only one, even if she's far more familiar with the concept of multiple worlds than he is.
When the small animal spins into existence, literally glittering, illumination exaggerating the shadows on the wall -- he actually curses under his breath. It hadn't scared him, but...]
A little warning next time would be nice. [He'd almost gone for his belt, the weapon on it. In the dark like this, his senses are on higher alert.] What is that, a... cat? Bunny thing? Okay, it's kind of cute, I see it.
[Emmy. It even has a name?]
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Her tail twitches; curls momentarily with the embarrassment she tries to hide. She clutches Emeraldd closer to her chest, and if Carbuncles were capable of vocalizations it would clearly be purring or something similar. ]
My apologies. A Carbuncle is of no relation to any animal - it is an aetherial construct. Most of its body is my own magic given form, with some ambient aether from its gemstone to shape it.
[ Back when her Carbuncle functioned as her network device in another world it had a more prominent vocal personality. It still does of course - leaving Xistentia did nothing to rid it of its sassy nature.
But it called itself Emeraldd and Era began calling it Emmy whenever it irritated her. Because that happened quite frequently... Well. Emmy is now Emmy. ]
i know we hit captcha but i still want to tag this!
Never heard of aether. That some weird magic crap in your world?
[No gemstones to speak of, but Bull has to admit that it is interesting information. If he were Dorian or Solas, he'd probably be beside himself with curiosity -- but Bull is far more cautious around strange and foreign magic. Particularly when he doesn't know how it will interact with him. For all the horrors the Fade possesses, it's a familiar hell. Grudgingly,]
All right, Emmy. Just don't get tangled under my feet or I might step on one of those tails. Not personal.
[But he's big, and it's tiny, so.]
i appreciate it! ;u;