[ 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.
[ The sway of a tail is not an unusual sigh in and of itself. She does, after all, live with G'raha and has spent a lifetime (her lifetime) seeing Au'ra with their spindly, tails. What is strange is seeing it attached to Estinien. She sees it almost akin to an extra appendage of his and wonders of it has a mind of its own. Estiein doesn't seem the sort to wag his tail joyfully. At least not consciously.
That is a thought she keeps to herself as she stares at the soothed tail. ]
Curious. Were G'raha, Y'shtola or Urianger here I dare say that they would probably have several theories for you already. All I can offer is that I will pass any information that I have along.
[ And it seems she does mean that even if she gives her pillow one final aggressive fluff. In that final fluff however it occurs to her that she has neglected to ask something else she would have asked anyone else she didn't regard with mild annoyance. ]
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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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That is a thought she keeps to herself as she stares at the soothed tail. ]
Curious. Were G'raha, Y'shtola or Urianger here I dare say that they would probably have several theories for you already. All I can offer is that I will pass any information that I have along.
[ And it seems she does mean that even if she gives her pillow one final aggressive fluff. In that final fluff however it occurs to her that she has neglected to ask something else she would have asked anyone else she didn't regard with mild annoyance. ]
Are you...how are you feeling about the tail?