No, I simply enjoy exploring any zone I happen to come across. There is a great deal to be discovered in them after all. As to the tail...
[ It shifts again as he trails off, coiling against the ground like some great serpent. One could be forgiven for mistaking it for something nervous. Well, if you didn't know Estinien all too well, that is. ]
I'm not entirely sure as to how or why it appeared but it does look as though it is here to stay.
[ For his sins. ]
What do you know of this particular zone?
[ A very smooth subject change, well done, Estinien]
[ Tails aren't so uncommon (G'raha's tail for example is incredibly expressive) in Eorzea that the sight is strange. What is strange however, is when someone who has never had a tail suddenly has one. What in the seven hells had occurred for Estinien to have sprouted one?
Apparently he knew less than she did and was likely bothered by it to some degree. But it's not like she knows the man well so that was a guess at best. ]
I see.
[ As smooth as it is, she saw that one coming a mile away. Fortunately for him she's no expert in the sudden growth of a tail anymore than he is and despite having somewhat prickly feelings towards him, she is kind. ]
Not very much insofar as that what appears here seem to change like the weather. So far there's too much variance to draw any concrete conclusions. [ Her head cants curiously towards the cart. ] Shall we?
[ He manages to keep his surprise from showing but only just barely. He had thought that after sufficient pleasantries she would take the first opportunity to be rid of him. Not to invite him to join her. Curious as to where this might take them, he nods his agreement and heads over towards the cart with her. He knew as little about this zone as she did. Less, even, but it's not hard to come to the conclusion that much of it centres on this cart. Pulled by a pair of horses that seem to fade in and out of sight and manned by a woman whose eyes he can feel on them despite the way her hat shades much of her face from view, even Estinien can see that she is not one to take lightly. ]
[ To be fair, his assumption wouldn't have been so far off. After all she is famously known to be the twin that wears her heart and by extension her expressions on her sleeve. Or in the latter's case, her face.
Regardless, she is loyal first and foremost to her brother. And her brother happens to adore Estinien to the ends of the star and back. Regardless what she may think of him, Alphianud's feelings were always going to be the most important to her in any given situation. And if that also means being cordial with a man she has yet to come to conclusion on, so be it.
The woman bobs her head, getting down from the cart though Alisaie can't spot a sign of feet from beneath her traveler's cloak. The wagon opens with a creak, unfolding almost like something from a pop-up book like from when she was a child to reveal two shelves filled to the brim with jars and bottles of every shape and size.
"I'm but a simple peddle ferrying around soul shards looking to find their other halves," she explains as she offers to them a dainty glass bottle that seems to glow. To say Alisaie is skeptical is an understatement. All the same she plays along, curiosity winning out. ]
There are two of us. How would we know who it seeks?
[ "That is out of your hands," she says. He gets the feeling that she is smiling as she does so.
Also intrigued, Estininen reaches for his coinpurse to pay for this curious little bottle but she waves him off with a flick of her long nails when he does. Estinien's brows raise, wondering at her goal. A peddler that accepts no payment does not make for a very good peddler at all. Even Estinien knows that much. And one planning a trap or an ambush would know better than to draw attention to themselves like this. ]
Our thanks. [ He sounds almost confused as he says it. ] To... help this soul shard do we merely release it?
[ "That too is out of your hands," she says, and she is definitely smiling that time as she does. ]
[ If Alisaie had had her way she would have continued to question the woman a little longer. And, given their track record, she would have absolutely asked how much it would have cost instead of simply reaching into her coinpurse.
In fact, the moment she sees Estinien do it she very nearly swats it out of his hand decorum be damned. Fortunately the peddler saves Estinien from a slapped wrist and Alisaie from secondhand embarrassment. ]
Thank you. [ She supposes. ] Safe travels!
[ It's only once the cart out of earshot that she finally says what she's thinking. ]
...She was certainly living up to the mysterious air she was putting on, wasn't she? That explanation didn't lend itself to many answers. [ As for the near payment of it - ] Do you always make it a habit to pay for things without asking how much they are? Truly, you're as bad as Alphinaud.
[ As bad as Alphinaud? There is nothing wrong with him. Even his wide-eyed idealism has proven itself a boon; certainly no one else could have brought the world together so handily in order to save it.
But he puts that to one side; he does not think such an impassioned defence would go over well with Alphinaud's own twin sister. ]
I don't see why not. I can always just make more money.
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I suppose we are to hold onto that until whatever is supposed to happen happens. I wonder if it even contains a soul shard. Or a soul shard as we understand it to be.
[ There is nothing wrong with Alphinaud. But he is certainly not without his flaws. One of them being completely unable to grasp the concept of money (yet).
If one were to ask if this was the "wrong" that she saw in Estinien however, she would undoubtedly say yes.
Her eyes narrow, almost snapping with exasperation. ]
That's not the point! [ It's cool. It's fine. This is chill. She lets out a breath, turning her attention to the bottle. ] Even if it turns out to be an empty bottle at least we wouldn't have spent any joolies on it.
[ But then that brings up another matter. ]
Does that mean we have to wait together until something occurs?
[ Hm. He will admit that it never occurred to him. He glances at the small bottle in her hands as though he might force it to give up its secrets through sheer force of will. ]
Perhaps. We were not given any instructions, however— [ They were given nothing, actually. ] —so it may be enough for both of us to merely hold it for a spell.
However, I will be heading back into town to resupply. If you are headed back as well then we may as well travel together.
[ Estinien's suggestion immediately gives her pause. A pause that gives what she's really thinking away which is that on a scale of 1 to 10 of things that she'd rather not do, it's travel back to town with a man she isn't entirely convinced knows. ]
I suppose it would make sense if we're both planning on heading back towards the city.
[ She tilts her head to the side again, eyes pointedly not sliding towards Estinien's new tail. ]
Are you certain though? If you want to stay...out, I can assist in procuring whatever you need.
You need not agree for fear of hurting my feelings.
[ He might experience some disappointment—most of which would be with respect to Alphinaud, as it would put him in a difficult position—but being liked was never anything important to him. ]
However, if your offer stands then I... will take you up on it.
[ It grates, having to stay away. Feels far too much like running scared. But if the tail can grow in with no warning then what's to say that he will have sufficient time to get away if anything else were to happen. ]
I will still need to make it back as far as a fuel station for my bike, but I will leave my errands in town to you, if that suits.
[ Alisaie can't help but furrow her brow a little at this reassurance. If she were being petty (which she has been known to do on the occasion), she would have said with no less sass that that was the very last thing she was worried about.
But the fact of the matter is that her parents had raised her to care. Which is to say that she would very likely feel guilty after the fact - even if she might be inclined to be a little bit rude.
Which is why, in the end, she sticks to her offer with a brief nod. ]
If you have enough fuel then we can meet there and see what the conditions are like. If all is well enough for us to continue then we should be able to make it back to the outskirts of the city limits by nightfall.
[ The fuel situation is not dire, but after his adventures in running out in the middle of nowhere, he is a lot more conscious of his levels. Estinien peels away from Alisaie with a nod and heads for his bike. Seconds later he's off, out of the zone and back onto the road, heading towards the fuel station.
He arrives there first, which is not surprising, but Alisaie arrives not too long after he does, which is, considering the lumbering vehicle she and her brother are saddled with. By the time she does he's refilling the tank on his bike, wondering how it is that he goes through fuel so quickly. ]
[ They are no strangers to walking long distances but the locals had not been lying when they said that this place was built for a vehicle. Walking within the city (and zone to zone for that matter) was a feat that would have been equal parts insane and unproductive. Unfortunately that did mean understanding how far she and Alphinaud could actually go until they hit an empty tank. Alisaie, unsurprisingly, tended to leave filling up until the very last moment which drove her poor brother up the wall.
Perhaps it has to do with the fact that she tends to drive with a reckless abandon that Alphinaud does not. Watching as Estinien speeds off, she can't help but feel a twinge of longing to floor the van and see if she can keep up. But no, they've been in enough car-related debt trouble. They don't need more.
She does arrive much faster than anyone driving a Honda Odyssey manages however. ]
As dormant as ever. [ She gives him a once over as she hops out of her van. She may as well fill up too. ] Perhaps I'm not the one that its seeking to connect with.
[ His tank full, Estinien hangs up the nozzle, pays, and then heads over to Alisaie. ]
I'll take it for the next leg of the journey then.
[ He will admit to a certain level of curiosity. If it is a soul shard as they understand it then what soul shard would seek him out? Is it a piece of his own? A long lost piece of his past? As he previously mentioned to Lady Knave, as simplistic a description it may be, his soul is not quite his own. And, he thinks with a twitch of his tail, with current circumstances being what they are, the idea that something else has come home to roost has appeal. Perhaps he might even gain some answers. ]
[ And she tosses it over the short distance to him. With that brief transaction completed she turns back to glance towards the city in the distance before moving to fill up her own tank. ]
You should provide me with a list of provisions that you want me to get. We can sort out the joolies for it later -
[ Talk of lists however is cut short by the boom of thunder and the crackling of lighting as the sky opens up above them and begins to pour. It wouldn't be so much an issue. They have faced worse conditions (see: meteor chunks so large that they had rendered many businesses useless), but as Alisaie glances up wide-eyed it occurs to her that this will likely be no ordinary weather occurrence that they can drive through. Under her breath she utters - ]
Matron's teats. [ Before turning back towards Estinien. ] We may have to stay here until the storm passes. I've learned once that driving in these sorts of conditions is a fool's errand.
[ Estinien fullheartedly agrees. He's pushed on through such weather before and only the grace of the gods has kept his bike from spinning out from beneath him and sending him to an early death, or at least a maiming. ]
Agreed.
[ There isn't much in the way of cover here. Presumably to discourage people from staying longer than necessary. Estinien wheels his bike over to the awning in the corner, and then pulls out his bag and then his tarp to cover it up. ]
I have gear for camping here. I assume your vehicle will be enough for you?
[ If Estinien had insisted on going she'd like to think that she wouldn't have bothered trying to dissuade him. They are comrades by way of being members of the Scions, but otherwise her grudge has burrowed itself a little deeper beneath her skin in the time since his arrival.
Thankfully it's a scenario that they don't have to experience. Though her eyes do drift to some of the vehicles that set out chancing their luck with the storm before settling back on Estinien. She's back to business as she goes to open the trunk of the van. ]
We have some supplies in the trunk that should suit for one night. I managed to get a procure some sleeping rolls for us at the thrift shop - though we're not likely to have a hot meal tonight.
[ He pulls a face as he says it. It certainly does the job but at a very steep cost (tastes bad).
He has his own roll so he doesn't have to wonder if she would lend one of those rolls to him for the night, and pulls it out of his bag along with his spare top. The temperature has dropped with the advent of the storm but not dangerously so, so he judges that he will be fine without needing to search for fuel and some way to light a fire in all this rain. Alisaie, he assumes, will bunk down in her van. ]
And water. [ He wrings out his hair as much as he can, and then goes to remove his equally wet top only to pause, a sudden vision of what would happen to him if continued on his current path. ] Don't turn around. I am changing my top.
[ The face that Alisaie pulls is a near mirror image to Estinien's. ]
Ugh. Not even scholars deep in their dissertations would chance hardtack and jerky.
[ In other words, they're going to have a gourmet feast tonight. What she wouldn't do for a bowl of hot noodles right now. That will sadly have to wait however until the storm passes and moping about it certainly won't help any. That being said, she is surprised that he seems to have a distaste for it as well.
Her surprise however is short-lived when Estinien makes perhaps a statement more ridiculous than if he had said that hardtack and jerky were his favourite things to eat. And naturally, when someone tells the other not to turn around, she does. Red shoots to the tips of her ears when she realizes what she's done before turning hastily back towards the trunk to shift around for her sleeping bags. ]
Why would I turn around?! What are you trying to imply!
[ Fortunately Estinien's face is covered and so he misses Alisaie's rather alarming blush. ]
Just a precaution. [ His voice is muffled by his top. ] I did not think you wished to see me topless, if even by accident.
[ He pulls it down, and then pulls the end of his ponytail out from beneath the collar. Lays out his sleeping bag, and then removes his armour so he can sit down on it. There's the sound of glass scraping against concrete and Estinien unearths the soul shard, almost forgotten in the excitement of the storm, and holds it in his hands. It certainly doesn't feel much like anything. But then again, Estinien can't precisely say that he's held a soul in his hands before. Perhaps nothing is what it's supposed to feel like. ]
You mentioned earlier that you were mapping diffusion zones. Have you noticed any patterns as of yet?
[ Thank the Gods. She would have never lived that one down. In fact, she might have chanced it with the storm and resolved never to cross paths with Estinien again no matter how large Alphinaud's puppy dog eyes would have grown in the hopes that his "two favourite people" share a meal with him. ]
You would be absolutely correct. There's nothing appealing about the thought at all.
[ And she means it if the amount of venom that she uses to emphasize it is any indication. Mercifully the sleeping bags are farther into the back than she anticipated giving her plenty of time to root around for them and try and blot the image of a half-naked Esitnien from her mind. By the time she does find it an begins to set up her little sleeping pad and sleeping bag for the night he is mercifully clothed. And thank Gods for the change in topic. ]
Frustratingly, no. They're random in terms of where they appear and what they appear as; as far as Stormchasers are concerned, there had been almost no zones that has appeared twice - though admittedly not every Stormchaser can be everywhere at once. Though they do seem to appear regularly at monthly to bi-monthly intervals.
[ And she will because someone has to balance out all of the compliments that her starry-eyed brother seems to throw the dragoon's way.
As she begins to fluff up the woefully thin pillow they had procured from the thrift shop she glances over, Estinien leads with something that she has a sneaking suspicion is related to him in some way. Mid-(aggressive) fluff she glances over. ]
Whisperings. A brief mentions here and there on the Forums.
[ There's another aggressive fluff of the pillow. ]
[ Said tail undulates against the ground beside him and Estinien lays a hand on it just in case and waits for it to still. ]
Aye. The change came upon me the moment I entered the zone. However I've experienced no other changes despite passing through numerous zones since then.
[ One would think that, after undergoing one traumatic change, he'd stay well away from diffusion zones until the phenomenon had been well understood, but truly the thought had never even occurred to him. ]
Nidhogg aside, I do not believe myself so unique that no others have experienced such changes. And yet so little is known. [ His tail calm again, Estinien runs a careful hand over it, encouraging the sharp spines to lay flat. ] You would do me a great favour if you were to keep an ear out for information.
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No, I simply enjoy exploring any zone I happen to come across. There is a great deal to be discovered in them after all. As to the tail...
[ It shifts again as he trails off, coiling against the ground like some great serpent. One could be forgiven for mistaking it for something nervous. Well, if you didn't know Estinien all too well, that is. ]
I'm not entirely sure as to how or why it appeared but it does look as though it is here to stay.
[ For his sins. ]
What do you know of this particular zone?
[ A very smooth subject change, well done, Estinien]
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Apparently he knew less than she did and was likely bothered by it to some degree. But it's not like she knows the man well so that was a guess at best. ]
I see.
[ As smooth as it is, she saw that one coming a mile away. Fortunately for him she's no expert in the sudden growth of a tail anymore than he is and despite having somewhat prickly feelings towards him, she is kind. ]
Not very much insofar as that what appears here seem to change like the weather. So far there's too much variance to draw any concrete conclusions. [ Her head cants curiously towards the cart. ] Shall we?
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My lady. What might you tell us of your wares?
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Regardless, she is loyal first and foremost to her brother. And her brother happens to adore Estinien to the ends of the star and back. Regardless what she may think of him, Alphianud's feelings were always going to be the most important to her in any given situation. And if that also means being cordial with a man she has yet to come to conclusion on, so be it.
The woman bobs her head, getting down from the cart though Alisaie can't spot a sign of feet from beneath her traveler's cloak. The wagon opens with a creak, unfolding almost like something from a pop-up book like from when she was a child to reveal two shelves filled to the brim with jars and bottles of every shape and size.
"I'm but a simple peddle ferrying around soul shards looking to find their other halves," she explains as she offers to them a dainty glass bottle that seems to glow. To say Alisaie is skeptical is an understatement. All the same she plays along, curiosity winning out. ]
There are two of us. How would we know who it seeks?
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Also intrigued, Estininen reaches for his coinpurse to pay for this curious little bottle but she waves him off with a flick of her long nails when he does. Estinien's brows raise, wondering at her goal. A peddler that accepts no payment does not make for a very good peddler at all. Even Estinien knows that much. And one planning a trap or an ambush would know better than to draw attention to themselves like this. ]
Our thanks. [ He sounds almost confused as he says it. ] To... help this soul shard do we merely release it?
[ "That too is out of your hands," she says, and she is definitely smiling that time as she does. ]
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In fact, the moment she sees Estinien do it she very nearly swats it out of his hand decorum be damned. Fortunately the peddler saves Estinien from a slapped wrist and Alisaie from secondhand embarrassment. ]
Thank you. [ She supposes. ] Safe travels!
[ It's only once the cart out of earshot that she finally says what she's thinking. ]
...She was certainly living up to the mysterious air she was putting on, wasn't she? That explanation didn't lend itself to many answers. [ As for the near payment of it - ] Do you always make it a habit to pay for things without asking how much they are? Truly, you're as bad as Alphinaud.
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But he puts that to one side; he does not think such an impassioned defence would go over well with Alphinaud's own twin sister. ]
I don't see why not. I can always just make more money.
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I suppose we are to hold onto that until whatever is supposed to happen happens. I wonder if it even contains a soul shard. Or a soul shard as we understand it to be.
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If one were to ask if this was the "wrong" that she saw in Estinien however, she would undoubtedly say yes.
Her eyes narrow, almost snapping with exasperation. ]
That's not the point! [ It's cool. It's fine. This is chill. She lets out a breath, turning her attention to the bottle. ] Even if it turns out to be an empty bottle at least we wouldn't have spent any joolies on it.
[ But then that brings up another matter. ]
Does that mean we have to wait together until something occurs?
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Perhaps. We were not given any instructions, however— [ They were given nothing, actually. ] —so it may be enough for both of us to merely hold it for a spell.
However, I will be heading back into town to resupply. If you are headed back as well then we may as well travel together.
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I suppose it would make sense if we're both planning on heading back towards the city.
[ She tilts her head to the side again, eyes pointedly not sliding towards Estinien's new tail. ]
Are you certain though? If you want to stay...out, I can assist in procuring whatever you need.
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[ He might experience some disappointment—most of which would be with respect to Alphinaud, as it would put him in a difficult position—but being liked was never anything important to him. ]
However, if your offer stands then I... will take you up on it.
[ It grates, having to stay away. Feels far too much like running scared. But if the tail can grow in with no warning then what's to say that he will have sufficient time to get away if anything else were to happen. ]
I will still need to make it back as far as a fuel station for my bike, but I will leave my errands in town to you, if that suits.
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But the fact of the matter is that her parents had raised her to care. Which is to say that she would very likely feel guilty after the fact - even if she might be inclined to be a little bit rude.
Which is why, in the end, she sticks to her offer with a brief nod. ]
If you have enough fuel then we can meet there and see what the conditions are like. If all is well enough for us to continue then we should be able to make it back to the outskirts of the city limits by nightfall.
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[ The fuel situation is not dire, but after his adventures in running out in the middle of nowhere, he is a lot more conscious of his levels. Estinien peels away from Alisaie with a nod and heads for his bike. Seconds later he's off, out of the zone and back onto the road, heading towards the fuel station.
He arrives there first, which is not surprising, but Alisaie arrives not too long after he does, which is, considering the lumbering vehicle she and her brother are saddled with. By the time she does he's refilling the tank on his bike, wondering how it is that he goes through fuel so quickly. ]
How is the shard?
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Perhaps it has to do with the fact that she tends to drive with a reckless abandon that Alphinaud does not. Watching as Estinien speeds off, she can't help but feel a twinge of longing to floor the van and see if she can keep up. But no, they've been in enough car-related debt trouble. They don't need more.
She does arrive much faster than anyone driving a Honda Odyssey manages however. ]
As dormant as ever. [ She gives him a once over as she hops out of her van. She may as well fill up too. ] Perhaps I'm not the one that its seeking to connect with.
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I'll take it for the next leg of the journey then.
[ He will admit to a certain level of curiosity. If it is a soul shard as they understand it then what soul shard would seek him out? Is it a piece of his own? A long lost piece of his past? As he previously mentioned to Lady Knave, as simplistic a description it may be, his soul is not quite his own. And, he thinks with a twitch of his tail, with current circumstances being what they are, the idea that something else has come home to roost has appeal. Perhaps he might even gain some answers. ]
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[ And she tosses it over the short distance to him. With that brief transaction completed she turns back to glance towards the city in the distance before moving to fill up her own tank. ]
You should provide me with a list of provisions that you want me to get. We can sort out the joolies for it later -
[ Talk of lists however is cut short by the boom of thunder and the crackling of lighting as the sky opens up above them and begins to pour. It wouldn't be so much an issue. They have faced worse conditions (see: meteor chunks so large that they had rendered many businesses useless), but as Alisaie glances up wide-eyed it occurs to her that this will likely be no ordinary weather occurrence that they can drive through. Under her breath she utters - ]
Matron's teats. [ Before turning back towards Estinien. ] We may have to stay here until the storm passes. I've learned once that driving in these sorts of conditions is a fool's errand.
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Agreed.
[ There isn't much in the way of cover here. Presumably to discourage people from staying longer than necessary. Estinien wheels his bike over to the awning in the corner, and then pulls out his bag and then his tarp to cover it up. ]
I have gear for camping here. I assume your vehicle will be enough for you?
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Thankfully it's a scenario that they don't have to experience. Though her eyes do drift to some of the vehicles that set out chancing their luck with the storm before settling back on Estinien. She's back to business as she goes to open the trunk of the van. ]
We have some supplies in the trunk that should suit for one night. I managed to get a procure some sleeping rolls for us at the thrift shop - though we're not likely to have a hot meal tonight.
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[ He pulls a face as he says it. It certainly does the job but at a very steep cost (tastes bad).
He has his own roll so he doesn't have to wonder if she would lend one of those rolls to him for the night, and pulls it out of his bag along with his spare top. The temperature has dropped with the advent of the storm but not dangerously so, so he judges that he will be fine without needing to search for fuel and some way to light a fire in all this rain. Alisaie, he assumes, will bunk down in her van. ]
And water. [ He wrings out his hair as much as he can, and then goes to remove his equally wet top only to pause, a sudden vision of what would happen to him if continued on his current path. ] Don't turn around. I am changing my top.
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Ugh. Not even scholars deep in their dissertations would chance hardtack and jerky.
[ In other words, they're going to have a gourmet feast tonight. What she wouldn't do for a bowl of hot noodles right now. That will sadly have to wait however until the storm passes and moping about it certainly won't help any. That being said, she is surprised that he seems to have a distaste for it as well.
Her surprise however is short-lived when Estinien makes perhaps a statement more ridiculous than if he had said that hardtack and jerky were his favourite things to eat. And naturally, when someone tells the other not to turn around, she does. Red shoots to the tips of her ears when she realizes what she's done before turning hastily back towards the trunk to shift around for her sleeping bags. ]
Why would I turn around?! What are you trying to imply!
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Just a precaution. [ His voice is muffled by his top. ] I did not think you wished to see me topless, if even by accident.
[ He pulls it down, and then pulls the end of his ponytail out from beneath the collar. Lays out his sleeping bag, and then removes his armour so he can sit down on it. There's the sound of glass scraping against concrete and Estinien unearths the soul shard, almost forgotten in the excitement of the storm, and holds it in his hands. It certainly doesn't feel much like anything. But then again, Estinien can't precisely say that he's held a soul in his hands before. Perhaps nothing is what it's supposed to feel like. ]
You mentioned earlier that you were mapping diffusion zones. Have you noticed any patterns as of yet?
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You would be absolutely correct. There's nothing appealing about the thought at all.
[ And she means it if the amount of venom that she uses to emphasize it is any indication. Mercifully the sleeping bags are farther into the back than she anticipated giving her plenty of time to root around for them and try and blot the image of a half-naked Esitnien from her mind. By the time she does find it an begins to set up her little sleeping pad and sleeping bag for the night he is mercifully clothed. And thank Gods for the change in topic. ]
Frustratingly, no. They're random in terms of where they appear and what they appear as; as far as Stormchasers are concerned, there had been almost no zones that has appeared twice - though admittedly not every Stormchaser can be everywhere at once. Though they do seem to appear regularly at monthly to bi-monthly intervals.
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Estinien hums in answer to her response, comparing her observations with his own. ]
Certainly I've never managed to run into the same zone twice, though I wouldn't claim to have visited every instance of one.
[ He pauses for a second, debating whether or not he wishes to raise this topic or not, but more information is always better than less. ]
Have you heard aught of people experiencing changes after passing through a diffusion zone?
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As she begins to fluff up the woefully thin pillow they had procured from the thrift shop she glances over, Estinien leads with something that she has a sneaking suspicion is related to him in some way. Mid-(aggressive) fluff she glances over. ]
Whisperings. A brief mentions here and there on the Forums.
[ There's another aggressive fluff of the pillow. ]
Is that where you obtained your tail?
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Aye. The change came upon me the moment I entered the zone. However I've experienced no other changes despite passing through numerous zones since then.
[ One would think that, after undergoing one traumatic change, he'd stay well away from diffusion zones until the phenomenon had been well understood, but truly the thought had never even occurred to him. ]
Nidhogg aside, I do not believe myself so unique that no others have experienced such changes. And yet so little is known. [ His tail calm again, Estinien runs a careful hand over it, encouraging the sharp spines to lay flat. ] You would do me a great favour if you were to keep an ear out for information.
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