[ She's been around enough Scions and Warriors of Light to know the whole song and dance there- not that she has any idea that the reason the Garleans have any associations with Ascians.
His dramatic introduction makes her roll her eyes with a half-smile. ]
Doubt you'd be wasting time here if you had all of that, old man.
[ Again, why she isn't worried, or afraid. ]
Sort of in the same boat, aren't we? And of course I'm paying. But you're helping, Emet-Se- what kind of a name is that, anyroad? Thought you had names like, Cid nan Garlond, Gaius van Baelsar, or Nero tol Scaeva.
[ She falls into step next to him, eyeing him curiously. ]
Or Zenos yae Galvus and his lapdog.
[ She lists off the names she does know, and has heard of. And encountered for that matter. ]
[Oh, so she was familiar with his charming great-grandson, was she? Well, he had rather managed to make a name for himself, rampaging across the star as he did.]
That would be because I am choosing to forgo my Garlemeld-given name, at the present. Why, if there are others from our star I fear it may just complicate life for me.
And what of your own name? It sounds rather unlike most I have heard your people called by.
[ That makes her ear flick in his direction, before she tilts her head. ]
Some sort of big name, then? Even if they do know who you are, I doubt they'd care to make trouble here. Unless you've done something they'd want to deck you in the face for.
[ She knows she ought to be more suspicious and wary, but... she shrugs it off for now. It's not like he can actually harm her here. His remark makes her chuckle, though. ]
Surprised you'd know that- but aye, not exactly common for Keepers. My tribe traveled. Not many miqo'te to be seen around Othard, but we stayed rather low-key, ourselves. Lived around there long enough to pick up on some of their names.
[ She's sure they have some ancestry that lines up with the Keeper families they have among them, but she hasn't bothered looking that far. Stepping up next to him, she holds out her hand. ]
Here, hold it. We'll make more chroma that way. How fond are you of sweets?
Better safe than sorry, I should think. I would much prefer to live in quiet tranquility, if I am to be here long.
[He rolls his eyes at her offer, but pulls off one glove and tucks it away before reaching out and taking her hand in a rather limp grip.]
Sweets are hardly my vice of choice, though I would not say I dislike them. I take it you have another local delicacy that simply cannot be missed in mind?
[ That's his name now. She takes a hold of his hand with a firmer grip, lacing her fingers through his without any hesitation and tugs him along to one of the better food stands she knows of. ]
There's a tea here called bubble milk tea. It's sweet- a bit strange, and absolutely delicious. We're going to have that for dessert too, so keep your grip tight.
[ She glances at her device which is on her wrist, before nodding and pulling him over to the stand where a very obviously-an-octopus is ready to serve them. He greets them happily, and Megumi excitedly tells him to give them a plate of prismaprawn crystal dumplings, which he immediately gets to prepping while Megumi tugs Emet-Selch over to lean against a bench. ]
So, tell me something then, what DO you enjoy eating? Doesn't Garlemald have its own delicacies? Knew a Garlean who was fascinated by cookies, of all things.
[He pulls a face at the nickname but doesn't deign to comment on it.]
That sounds repulsive, but it would seem I have no choice but to defer to your knowledge.
[He gives the shopkeeper an curious, undisguised stare, but isn't put off. His colleagues of eld had created far stranger things... So had the Allagans, come to think of it. He slumps against the bench when they reach it.]
Hm... I suppose I have a fondness for honey glazed chocobo chicks. They really are quite scrumptious when young and tender.
[ She gives nicknames to everyone- besides, Selkie's less of a mouthful than what he's giving her. Not that she'd call him by his Garlean name if she knew it—
Though she ends up letting out a laugh at his words. ]
It sounds it, but it's not what it sounds like. You'll see! Though honey-glazed chocobo chicks? Huh. Never thought of having those to eat. Adult chocobo are harder to swallow.
[ Figured Garleans would have little baby chocobos! Rude. But the shopkeeper calls to them and she finally lets go of his hand to go fetch them the basket-trays, returning with some delicious looking prismaprawn dumplings, and chopsticks. She holds them out to Emet-Selch, her ears wiggling as she inhales the pleasant scent. The surface of the shimmering prism-like pouch makes her smile, and she holds up her own basket-tray. ]
Hope you know how to use them, or I'll feed you if you want!
[ She'll give the Garleans one thing, for all they've spouted about others being savages and the like, they're usually very polite until they get to that spiel. She can appreciate that from the ones whose arses she's kicked—
But they usually all still end up being very pompous even if they're lesser soldiers, so she's usually just waiting for them to show that. She grins then, moving to take a bite out of her own dumpling and her ears wiggle in satisfaction! ]
Not a bad effort, but here comes the kick!
[ You see, Emet-Selch, there's a burst of flavour that follows, and she giggles as she shows him what she means— that is, her ears and hair taking on a holographic sheen for a moment, a completely visual and harmless effect, before it fades. ]
Too juvenile for Ser High Tastes? Silly me!! We'll have to go deeper, then!
[ Said in the most amused and sarcastic way, but it's cute and thankfully, just entertaining. She, of course, keeps asking for more- this time of different prismameat colours until they probably end up with a stack of basket trays.
To their credit, they're all very savoury and warm— and it's a wonder she's not eaten out the stall's stock. But she does order a prismblossom drink for them both to wash it all down with, the drink itself glittering prettily as she holds it out to him to clink their glasses together. ]
You do have to admit this beats being somewhere fancy.
[He was somewhat tempted to inform her that he was, in fact Emperor High Taste, but that would be giving away the game.]
"Fancy" is a bit subjective. Simple class will do well enough for me.. Dare I ask what you have in store for me next?
[He was being dragged around more than he liked, but it did serve as a useful sort of tour. He might as well put up with it for as long as he could stand to.]
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[ She'd call him a royal prick if he did, but that'd be too easy...
Still, the drink itself is tame- sweet without being overly sweet, and with a nice flow of fruity flavours. Her ears flick back for a bit as she looks up at him. ]
You were making faces at bubble milk, but that's probably for the best- some of the bubbles make you float and you have to piss it out to get back on your feet.
[ That would have been funny to see, but since the meme does not exist here- she can just imagine something similar. Either way, she points to a distant stall there, with colourful orbs around the awning, and she holds her hand out to him. ]
Mochi ice cream! You've heard of mochi, you've heard of ice, put the together and they're a delight! Go on, hold my hand. Every good meal comes with a dessert worth having! ... are you enjoying yourself? Hm, hmmm?
[ She grins cheekily, leaning in to peek at his face- he might be acting haughty, but he has been keeping up with her. ]
Maybe you should be spending some energy, you know. The last thing you want is to be chroma-drained!
[ Which is a real problem. Still, he's holding her hand and she leads him to where there's a colourful assortment of mochi ice cream, all set in a glassy display and she gets handed a sample from a set, one that's honey-cloud flavour. A soft fluffy honey and vanilla mix wrapped in soft shimmering mochi. She chuckles as she holds it out to him to taste. ]
But don't be silly. I'd have you turned into a little snurble if anything could transform you like that.
[ But she grabs her own sample, a blue-and-purple glittering piece and her ears wiggle in excitement. ]
Of course, if you want to be nice, you could pay for this. But that might require a little more than just hand-holding.
[ Her ear flicks in amusement, and she rolls her eyes lightly as she points out the different flavours for him to try, and picks her own. ]
No excitement or surprises with you, then...
[ She pretend-sighs, but the trio of mochi takes her attention and she grins as she enjoys it, before looking over at him. ]
Well? Can't say it was an entire waste of an evening after that show. All that's left is a dance. But that might be too much energy for you to expend, Selkie.
Probably for the best. You look like you'd keel over if you tried.
[ Not that she's a dancer herself except in private quarters, but. She's just amused imagining it. Either way, she enjoys her mochi, ears wiggling visibly in delight at the flavour and tail swaying eagerly. ]
You're not half bad for company, Selkie. Maybe next time you can pick where we go. Or we could crash another performance!
[ Oh yes, there's the possibility of a next time. She turns to face him, eyes twinkling in amusement. ]
You must have some hobbies to fill your time, right?
[ She's amused in her sarcasm, pretend fanning herself with her hand. Though, his question makes her ears perk up. ]
You know, though, there actually is. The Academy here holds regular debates, and the hospital I work at also has a science forum for folks. Didn't think these colourful folks were into it, what with the Moonlacing and all-
[ She beams up at him, exuberant all over. ]
Do you want to go to some?! I'm no scholar, but I can certainly put up an argument!
[ It just gets interestingly chaotic when the smarter folks discuss things and she's there for it. ]
[ Why is she even humouring the Garlean, anyway? She's either bored or desperate for a distraction, but she has to admit, the evening's been pretty pleasant despite it. The food helps, at least. ]
Sounds like a date, Selkie.
[ She chuckles, before circling around in front of him. ]
Maybe next time, you can tell me about what you actually do. Haven't really run into any scholarly Garleans. Lots of scientific and engineering types, now.
[ Some she wants to punch in the face, but that's neither here or there. ]
Anyroad, it's late and I didn't become this cute without my beauty naps. Even if it is dark- [ Prime Keeper hours. ] Need any help getting back to where you live? You can decorate it pretty easily you know!
[He shrugs, unconcerned. She can call it what she likes, it matters little.]
Perhaps I will tell you, but I think it would be more fun for you to work it out on your own.
[He can't help but smile at the thought.]
Well, I'll thank you for the tour and dining and bid you goodnight. I've not gone so feeble-minded to need an escort home. I'm sure I will manage to make it more suitable in time, one way or another.
Don't get too excited too fast, the build-up's what makes the wait fun.
[ She gives him a light roll of her eyes at those words, but with a shake of her head, she waves a hand. ]
All I can tell right now is that you're some sort of bored big shot. Probably in a good position, back home- don't know how much your "third eye" counts for that, but.
[ She shrugs, stepping back and giving him a playful light bow, hand to her chest. ]
More to talk about when we meet again. Have to make sure you're not going and getting yourself into trouble, aye? Oh, and try not to die here. Even an immortal can't escape death in this place, apparently.
[ A pity to have learnt that about her friends who ought to have been- but, she chuckles and raises a hand. ]
Have some supplies to pick up, so if you end up lost, there's always this.
[ She taps the wrist-device she has on, but he'd probably know how to use one better than her. ]
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His dramatic introduction makes her roll her eyes with a half-smile. ]
Doubt you'd be wasting time here if you had all of that, old man.
[ Again, why she isn't worried, or afraid. ]
Sort of in the same boat, aren't we? And of course I'm paying. But you're helping, Emet-Se- what kind of a name is that, anyroad? Thought you had names like, Cid nan Garlond, Gaius van Baelsar, or Nero tol Scaeva.
[ She falls into step next to him, eyeing him curiously. ]
Or Zenos yae Galvus and his lapdog.
[ She lists off the names she does know, and has heard of. And encountered for that matter. ]
How come yours is different?
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That would be because I am choosing to forgo my Garlemeld-given name, at the present. Why, if there are others from our star I fear it may just complicate life for me.
And what of your own name? It sounds rather unlike most I have heard your people called by.
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Some sort of big name, then? Even if they do know who you are, I doubt they'd care to make trouble here. Unless you've done something they'd want to deck you in the face for.
[ She knows she ought to be more suspicious and wary, but... she shrugs it off for now. It's not like he can actually harm her here. His remark makes her chuckle, though. ]
Surprised you'd know that- but aye, not exactly common for Keepers. My tribe traveled. Not many miqo'te to be seen around Othard, but we stayed rather low-key, ourselves. Lived around there long enough to pick up on some of their names.
[ She's sure they have some ancestry that lines up with the Keeper families they have among them, but she hasn't bothered looking that far. Stepping up next to him, she holds out her hand. ]
Here, hold it. We'll make more chroma that way. How fond are you of sweets?
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[He rolls his eyes at her offer, but pulls off one glove and tucks it away before reaching out and taking her hand in a rather limp grip.]
Sweets are hardly my vice of choice, though I would not say I dislike them. I take it you have another local delicacy that simply cannot be missed in mind?
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[ That's his name now. She takes a hold of his hand with a firmer grip, lacing her fingers through his without any hesitation and tugs him along to one of the better food stands she knows of. ]
There's a tea here called bubble milk tea. It's sweet- a bit strange, and absolutely delicious. We're going to have that for dessert too, so keep your grip tight.
[ She glances at her device which is on her wrist, before nodding and pulling him over to the stand where a very obviously-an-octopus is ready to serve them. He greets them happily, and Megumi excitedly tells him to give them a plate of prismaprawn crystal dumplings, which he immediately gets to prepping while Megumi tugs Emet-Selch over to lean against a bench. ]
So, tell me something then, what DO you enjoy eating? Doesn't Garlemald have its own delicacies? Knew a Garlean who was fascinated by cookies, of all things.
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That sounds repulsive, but it would seem I have no choice but to defer to your knowledge.
[He gives the shopkeeper an curious, undisguised stare, but isn't put off. His colleagues of eld had created far stranger things... So had the Allagans, come to think of it. He slumps against the bench when they reach it.]
Hm... I suppose I have a fondness for honey glazed chocobo chicks. They really are quite scrumptious when young and tender.
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Though she ends up letting out a laugh at his words. ]
It sounds it, but it's not what it sounds like. You'll see! Though honey-glazed chocobo chicks? Huh. Never thought of having those to eat. Adult chocobo are harder to swallow.
[ Figured Garleans would have little baby chocobos! Rude. But the shopkeeper calls to them and she finally lets go of his hand to go fetch them the basket-trays, returning with some delicious looking prismaprawn dumplings, and chopsticks. She holds them out to Emet-Selch, her ears wiggling as she inhales the pleasant scent. The surface of the shimmering prism-like pouch makes her smile, and she holds up her own basket-tray. ]
Hope you know how to use them, or I'll feed you if you want!
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I can manage quite well on my own, thank you. I happen to have traveled extensively myself.
[He takes the chopstick expertly and, after giving the prismaprawn dumplings a brief, inscrutable once-over, takes one and pops it into his mouth.]
Hmm... Not a bad effort, I'll give them that.
[He does actually look ever-so-slightly pleased, though.]
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But they usually all still end up being very pompous even if they're lesser soldiers, so she's usually just waiting for them to show that. She grins then, moving to take a bite out of her own dumpling and her ears wiggle in satisfaction! ]
Not a bad effort, but here comes the kick!
[ You see, Emet-Selch, there's a burst of flavour that follows, and she giggles as she shows him what she means— that is, her ears and hair taking on a holographic sheen for a moment, a completely visual and harmless effect, before it fades. ]
Delicious, and sparkly!!
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How quaint.
[An undignified event, but harmless enough. And that about summed up his life lately, did it not? Well, no matter. The flavor was nice, at least.]
I suppose that would serve to amuse some.
[He pops another in his mouth.]
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[ Said in the most amused and sarcastic way, but it's cute and thankfully, just entertaining. She, of course, keeps asking for more- this time of different prismameat colours until they probably end up with a stack of basket trays.
To their credit, they're all very savoury and warm— and it's a wonder she's not eaten out the stall's stock. But she does order a prismblossom drink for them both to wash it all down with, the drink itself glittering prettily as she holds it out to him to clink their glasses together. ]
You do have to admit this beats being somewhere fancy.
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"Fancy" is a bit subjective. Simple class will do well enough for me.. Dare I ask what you have in store for me next?
[He was being dragged around more than he liked, but it did serve as a useful sort of tour. He might as well put up with it for as long as he could stand to.]
[ mild shb spoilers in the link but it's just a dumb meme ]
Still, the drink itself is tame- sweet without being overly sweet, and with a nice flow of fruity flavours. Her ears flick back for a bit as she looks up at him. ]
You were making faces at bubble milk, but that's probably for the best- some of the bubbles make you float and you have to piss it out to get back on your feet.
[ That would have been funny to see, but since the meme does not exist here- she can just imagine something similar. Either way, she points to a distant stall there, with colourful orbs around the awning, and she holds her hand out to him. ]
Mochi ice cream! You've heard of mochi, you've heard of ice, put the together and they're a delight! Go on, hold my hand. Every good meal comes with a dessert worth having! ... are you enjoying yourself? Hm, hmmm?
[ She grins cheekily, leaning in to peek at his face- he might be acting haughty, but he has been keeping up with her. ]
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Yes, I think I would prefer to keep avoiding that sort of bubble milk. It sounds like something that would only result in wasted time and energy.
[He takes the proffered hand and looks over at their next destination.]
I wouldn't go quite that far, but I would have departed long ago if I were miserable.
[Or more miserable than usual, at any rate.]
I hope you are not planningg to feed me dessert and then tell me it has a chance of turning me into a dodo or the like.
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[ Which is a real problem. Still, he's holding her hand and she leads him to where there's a colourful assortment of mochi ice cream, all set in a glassy display and she gets handed a sample from a set, one that's honey-cloud flavour. A soft fluffy honey and vanilla mix wrapped in soft shimmering mochi. She chuckles as she holds it out to him to taste. ]
But don't be silly. I'd have you turned into a little snurble if anything could transform you like that.
[ But she grabs her own sample, a blue-and-purple glittering piece and her ears wiggle in excitement. ]
Of course, if you want to be nice, you could pay for this. But that might require a little more than just hand-holding.
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[He heaves a dramatic sigh.
He looks the mochi over before popping one in his mouth. For a few moments he is silenced, as he must stop talking in order to chew.]
"Hm, no, I fear I am not feeling charitable today. Perhaps some other time."
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No excitement or surprises with you, then...
[ She pretend-sighs, but the trio of mochi takes her attention and she grins as she enjoys it, before looking over at him. ]
Well? Can't say it was an entire waste of an evening after that show. All that's left is a dance. But that might be too much energy for you to expend, Selkie.
[ She nudges him in the side. ]
Doesn't hurt to have some fun when you can, aye?
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[Having found the last one pleasant enough, he pops another mochi in his mouth, chewing mindfully before continuing.]
And if you are insinuating that I'm incapable of having fun, I will remind you that we met at a theatrical performance.
As for dancing... No. That I would describe as a chore.
[He grabs another mochi for good measure.]
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[ Not that she's a dancer herself except in private quarters, but. She's just amused imagining it. Either way, she enjoys her mochi, ears wiggling visibly in delight at the flavour and tail swaying eagerly. ]
You're not half bad for company, Selkie. Maybe next time you can pick where we go. Or we could crash another performance!
[ Oh yes, there's the possibility of a next time. She turns to face him, eyes twinkling in amusement. ]
You must have some hobbies to fill your time, right?
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[He looks distinctly untouched.]
I have hobbies enough, theater being but one of them... Whether or not I can indulge in them here remains to be seen.
[He will, for the moment, make no commentary on the subject of company.]
Is there are forum for civilized debate?
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[ She's amused in her sarcasm, pretend fanning herself with her hand. Though, his question makes her ears perk up. ]
You know, though, there actually is. The Academy here holds regular debates, and the hospital I work at also has a science forum for folks. Didn't think these colourful folks were into it, what with the Moonlacing and all-
[ She beams up at him, exuberant all over. ]
Do you want to go to some?! I'm no scholar, but I can certainly put up an argument!
[ It just gets interestingly chaotic when the smarter folks discuss things and she's there for it. ]
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[He is actually sincere about that at least, a thoughtful look on his face.]
I've no plans to seek it out just now, but, yes, I would not object to you accompanying me at some later date.
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Sounds like a date, Selkie.
[ She chuckles, before circling around in front of him. ]
Maybe next time, you can tell me about what you actually do. Haven't really run into any scholarly Garleans. Lots of scientific and engineering types, now.
[ Some she wants to punch in the face, but that's neither here or there. ]
Anyroad, it's late and I didn't become this cute without my beauty naps. Even if it is dark- [ Prime Keeper hours. ] Need any help getting back to where you live? You can decorate it pretty easily you know!
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[He shrugs, unconcerned. She can call it what she likes, it matters little.]
Perhaps I will tell you, but I think it would be more fun for you to work it out on your own.
[He can't help but smile at the thought.]
Well, I'll thank you for the tour and dining and bid you goodnight. I've not gone so feeble-minded to need an escort home. I'm sure I will manage to make it more suitable in time, one way or another.
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[ She gives him a light roll of her eyes at those words, but with a shake of her head, she waves a hand. ]
All I can tell right now is that you're some sort of bored big shot. Probably in a good position, back home- don't know how much your "third eye" counts for that, but.
[ She shrugs, stepping back and giving him a playful light bow, hand to her chest. ]
More to talk about when we meet again. Have to make sure you're not going and getting yourself into trouble, aye? Oh, and try not to die here. Even an immortal can't escape death in this place, apparently.
[ A pity to have learnt that about her friends who ought to have been- but, she chuckles and raises a hand. ]
Have some supplies to pick up, so if you end up lost, there's always this.
[ She taps the wrist-device she has on, but he'd probably know how to use one better than her. ]
Don't be a stranger, Selkie!
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