[ it's a nice space! is aymeric a heathen, wearing his shoes indoors? during this, a time of mood whiplash? ]
The pleasure is mine, Master Aymeric. [ he looks around at the dojo, making sure his sleeves are tucked and out of the way. ] Places rather like this, for training purposes, do exist in Great Liang - not a common sight where you're from?
[ thanks, swords. although, that makes him smile a little - he doesn't seem taken aback by the thought. ]
The place where I grew up, we were far enough north that we got quite a bit of snowfall come the colder months. There was no training hall, in Yanhui, but there were open spaces where even the snow wouldn't stop me from practicing.
Then we would have similar experiences. Our battlefields were always shrouded with pall and snow, so 'twould be prudent to train with the elements. [ Thinks. ] You have a mastery in archery, do you not?
Anyway, are they amicable because Aymeric is pleasant... They can be heading to the new locations while talking about the new first aid kits proffered to each floor. ]
Was this of yours and Mistress Su Jiuqing's efforts—[ As his question ends, a large... Transparent bubble just rolls over them. ]
With the truth rattling free from its millennia-long cage, you seek to tell the people first in order to control the situation. Unrest, uproar, ruin — you are aware of the consequences that come... You steel yourself as you walk out of the doors of Fortemps' manor and straight to the Holy Vault where the seats of Ishgard's government reside, hoping to discuss the upheaval to come.
You must reason with the highest power in your beloved city, your father. The Archbishop.
Your father claims the people to be weak. They need to maintain the lie to live... For how could they survive being told the deaths of their loved ones were for naught? That this war was for naught? That all of this bloodshed had no purpose?
You do not know how to assuage that pain, but you believe your people to be stronger. Ishgard can survive this like she has survived this war.
...
You wish you two could see eye to eye, but he would have the Heavens' Ward arrest and detain you. They would make attempts to torture the names of those who know the truth from your lips.
After years, you finally have audience with your father, to speak to him like you once wished, and yet...
Sometimes, you thought you put your dad issues aside, then you get to meet him. ]
they live through the memory - aymeric for the second, unfortunate time - and chang geng can't help but frown, a furrow in his brow deepening it. but even if the situation is different, it's still... ]
... the ends always justify the means for them, don't they. Especially when they so often are the ones to stand above it all, rather than be among the very people they expect to sacrifice their all for the cause, and with such high honors.
[ Sometimes people in power are bad! His lips press into a fine line. ]
Mayhap my father had noble intentions before he ascended the seat of Archbishop, but what mattered would be the choices he made for our nation. To think of our people so weak... That they need war for purpose.
[ chang geng seems... rather at home, actually, and doesn't seem particularly concerned about leaving the door open to allow anyone to come and go if they'd like to visit.
he's puttering in the kitchen that's been made up for him, bringing some water to a boil to prepare tea. when he hears someone coming in, he offers a small smile, warm despite the fact he seems like he's been a little roughed up since the last time he was on the living side of the prism. ]
Please, Master Aymeric, feel free to come in. After all, this was the fruit of everyone's efforts, so it'd be best to enjoy it while we have it.
[ this game loves to dump tea on chang geng. he has had. so much. given to him. even before this - now he's just got a buttload and is going to share.
he'll bid him sit near the window, for the view. might as well enjoy it, right? ]
I'm a bit windblown from the ride over, at least. But we had a trip sprung on us, graveside, so that might be it. The injuries are all healed but... some of my hair suffered for it, despite being under armor.
It was, yes, though we didn't return until Friday in our case. [ have your tea, a nice and smooth blend. ] It was... not connected to the Prism, at least I don't believe so.
[ we didn't plan it to be this way. Aymeric sighs as he hears this... What was the point of suffering without getting hints!! ]
Travels of someone's memories, then. That is a popular choice of torture of the Prism as well. The last week, one group had experienced mine and Estinien's, despite an earlier group having suffered similar. [ when you have two versions of Heavensward. Sips tea. ] If there are any frustrations on your venture you wish to vent, I mind not bending an ear.
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W2 : MONDAY
Ser Chang Geng, 'tis an honor to finally speak with you outside of large gatherings. Are you familiar with this sort of training hall...?
[ Because Aymeric definitely is not. ]
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The pleasure is mine, Master Aymeric. [ he looks around at the dojo, making sure his sleeves are tucked and out of the way. ] Places rather like this, for training purposes, do exist in Great Liang - not a common sight where you're from?
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Nay. Unfortunately, we train in the snow.
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The place where I grew up, we were far enough north that we got quite a bit of snowfall come the colder months. There was no training hall, in Yanhui, but there were open spaces where even the snow wouldn't stop me from practicing.
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Then we would have similar experiences. Our battlefields were always shrouded with pall and snow, so 'twould be prudent to train with the elements. [ Thinks. ] You have a mastery in archery, do you not?
W3 : MONDAY
Anyway, are they amicable because Aymeric is pleasant... They can be heading to the new locations while talking about the new first aid kits proffered to each floor. ]
Was this of yours and Mistress Su Jiuqing's efforts—[ As his question ends, a large... Transparent bubble just rolls over them. ]
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he's about to answer when the bubble rolls in, and chang geng - can't help the tired, irritated blip of his expression, before it fades with a sigh. ]
These are certainly persistant, aren't they...
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[ Aymeric is apologetic and touches the bubble first. It bursts with color and the scenes changes with it.
(0:00-3:43)
With the truth rattling free from its millennia-long cage, you seek to tell the people first in order to control the situation. Unrest, uproar, ruin — you are aware of the consequences that come... You steel yourself as you walk out of the doors of Fortemps' manor and straight to the Holy Vault where the seats of Ishgard's government reside, hoping to discuss the upheaval to come.
You must reason with the highest power in your beloved city, your father. The Archbishop.
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Your father claims the people to be weak. They need to maintain the lie to live... For how could they survive being told the deaths of their loved ones were for naught? That this war was for naught? That all of this bloodshed had no purpose?
You do not know how to assuage that pain, but you believe your people to be stronger. Ishgard can survive this like she has survived this war.
...
You wish you two could see eye to eye, but he would have the Heavens' Ward arrest and detain you. They would make attempts to torture the names of those who know the truth from your lips.
with your father, to speak to him like you once wished, and yet...
Sometimes, you thought you put your dad issues aside, then you get to meet him. ]
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that certainly rings familiar, in some ways.
they live through the memory - aymeric for the second, unfortunate time - and chang geng can't help but frown, a furrow in his brow deepening it. but even if the situation is different, it's still... ]
... the ends always justify the means for them, don't they. Especially when they so often are the ones to stand above it all, rather than be among the very people they expect to sacrifice their all for the cause, and with such high honors.
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Mayhap my father had noble intentions before he ascended the seat of Archbishop, but what mattered would be the choices he made for our nation. To think of our people so weak... That they need war for purpose.
Of course he would be wrong.
w7 wednesday
he's puttering in the kitchen that's been made up for him, bringing some water to a boil to prepare tea. when he hears someone coming in, he offers a small smile, warm despite the fact he seems like he's been a little roughed up since the last time he was on the living side of the prism. ]
Please, Master Aymeric, feel free to come in. After all, this was the fruit of everyone's efforts, so it'd be best to enjoy it while we have it.
Some tea?
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I would love some tea, thank you. [ ...uh. ] Were you... Tousling on the other side?
[ Politely asks. ]
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he'll bid him sit near the window, for the view. might as well enjoy it, right? ]
I'm a bit windblown from the ride over, at least. But we had a trip sprung on us, graveside, so that might be it. The injuries are all healed but... some of my hair suffered for it, despite being under armor.
[ looks hei in the eye from kentucky ]
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Ambience is always important for hosting guests. That moment when TRIP is a trigger word. If the tea is here, he will take a sip. ]
... Was... This trip on Thursday as well?
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It was, yes, though we didn't return until Friday in our case. [ have your tea, a nice and smooth blend. ] It was... not connected to the Prism, at least I don't believe so.
Hopefully that's enough of that.
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Travels of someone's memories, then. That is a popular choice of torture of the Prism as well. The last week, one group had experienced mine and Estinien's, despite an earlier group having suffered similar. [ when you have two versions of Heavensward. Sips tea. ] If there are any frustrations on your venture you wish to vent, I mind not bending an ear.