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[Aymeric is 99% sure that the last time Emet-Selch (or rather, parties related to one Emet-Selch) got his hands on a powerful and angry creature with wings, Bahamut as Eorzea came to know it happened. And though Estinien has insisted that the Ascian is only a threat to one's patience, he can't help but be mildly ambivalent about it all.

As he opens a channel to respond to the man, Aymeric does his best to come off as every bit the leader and hero he might have been in Ishgard. Even without his usual resplendent gear, he likes to think he manages it well enough.

Or might have, if not for the bird now buried in his hair in a feeble attempt at hiding from the beasts terrifying the skies.]

I pray you will forgive me for my abruptness, my friend. [Aymeric is above curling his lip or outwardly displaying his distaste, but there is a level of stiffness to his voice when he refers to the man so casually.] But my own curiosity plagues me so. What is it that you intend to do with the creature once you have secured it?

[Ah, this would be the Lord Commander from Ishgard, if his memory serves--and ordinarily it does, Kairos notwithstanding. He had not realized he was here, but then again, he lost about a week to that infernal illness.

Odd that Estinien did not update him, however. Perhaps a conflict of interests?]

I intend to do as all trainers do. Are you in the habit of interrogating any whom hold interest in capturing these creatures, or am I merely special?

I am afraid it is is rather difficult for me to have developed any habits, considering the feeble amount of time I have been spending here.

[He can't help but be a little bit smart with the man. It's hardly fair, since they've never met face to face. But Aymeric likes to think he has a decent enough grasp on the man from the reports he's read. Never mind Estinien's own brief estimation of his character.]

Given what I know of you from Eorzea, however... I feel it is only right to have concerns here.

I see, Estinien wasted no time in alerting you of mine identity now did he, Lord Commander?

[The smugness in his tone bespeaks of how little he feels threatened by any of this. His powers may be gone, but he is still at the advantage here.]

If you know aught of me then you should know that I will not so easily reveal my schemes simply because you asked. Such privilege is reserved for a select few, and I fear you are not included.

Nevertheless, my interest in this creature is of no immediate concern.

My companion wished for me to be as informed of my surroundings as possible. Imagine my surprise, were I to discover your presence on mine own. You cannot fault him for wishing to avoid that.

[Aymeric keeps his expression smooth, even if the tone Emet-Selch takes with him grates against his nerves.]

I would not presume to be eligible of your confidence. But remiss would I be to not take the opportunity to do that which I could to protect the creatures of this realm, precious little though it may be.

Quite the hero, aren't you?

[This is not a compliment.]

Worry not, whatever nefarious deeds I might yet feel compelled to commit against these creatures and this world have been thoroughly stifled as mine own power has. How lucky they are that one such as you are here to protect them from the evil Ascians as well, eh?

[There's something in that vehemence that strikes Aymeric. For a long moment, he doesn't say anything. His lips are near white from how hard he presses them together, as if struggling to maintain his composure. Were he acting on his own, not beholden to the wants or wishes of those around him, he might have had more to say on the matter. But Estinien had been willing to vouch for Emet's efforts, and he won't forsake his best friend's advice for the sake of his own vague suspicions. Especially given his lack of familiarity with the world.

He closes his eyes for a brief moment, grasping for the control that had gotten him through many meetings with the nobility of Ishgard. When he opens them once more, his expression is placid, at least.]

Though I may have my misgivings, I had intended to thank you when given the opportunity. Estinien spoke of your role in the cataclysm that almost befell our home. That enough should give me pause, if nothing else.

[And he could leave it at that. Yet despite everything, he continues on after another gap of silence...]

Moreover... It is my understanding that you and he were the only members of our shared home for some time. Full well do I know how... abrasive he can be, and that is only under the best of circumstances. That you managed to maintain an amicable enough relationship for him to speak to your actions here says more than any distrust I may possess.

[He's not apologizing, per se. But at least he's not continuing to badger Emet?]

Oh, changing your tune now? Very well.

[Credit where it's due, a lesser man wouldn't have admitted what Aymeric has. Some might completely dismiss any good an enemy has done for the sake of their own bias, yet here Aymeric has offered him the most minimal of concessions. Which is much more than most would.]

Indeed, I played my part, as your heroes had--as your dragoon had.

[Ever downplaying his hand in things, at least when it comes to something so genuine and from the heart. He's quick to move on from it, Estinien being a far more intriguing topic.]

Speaking of, he and I indeed have a peaceful accord. Being the only two from our star for a time, we agreed to a truce, that we might work towards finding a way out of this world.

'Tis surprising the similarities one might realize they share with an enemy once they allow their bias to not cloud their judgment.

[Aymeric has long since learned to balance his own emotions with not just logic, but policy and history as well. Despite his own distaste for Ishgardian politics, its borderline fanaticism, he's had to marry his own ideals with it. And if he is to understand Estinien's explanation of his future, it will something he has to do yet again before the Final Days would be resolved.

Yet despite what might be a begrudging compromise, Aymeric can't help the way the corner of his lips lifts up ever so slightly. He almost hears himself in those words.]

'Tis my understanding it was no passing part. That my home still stands, and that my dearest companion shall one day return hale and whole could be just as easily attributed to you. And so it is only right that I share my gratitude.

[He waits just a moment, letting that much sink in.]

In truth, I know little and less of what will befall our star in the near future. Estinien has apprised me of many events, but the whole truth yet alludes me. In my eyes, the Scions had only recently returned from their mission on the First. What I know of you is limited to that. [A furrow forms between his brows.] So. It seems I owe an apology for allowing what I full well knew to be an incomplete story bias me. If nothing else, 'twould seem only fair to judge you as you are now.

[This time, when Aymeric smiles, he makes no attempt at hiding it.]

It would also behoove me to thank you for assisting Estinien. It is comforting to know that for all his time here, he was not alone for it.

Not for his lack of trying, but I saw to it that he did not suffer solitude for too long. As much as he made certain such efforts were sorely unappreciated.

[Everything else he's said leaves Emet-Selch a little besides himself. If only because he isn't entirely used to mortals showing much appreciation for anything he's done. Certainly not so genuinely. It picks at the modesty he once bore more readily, all those millennia ago...

Not to mention being apologized to. How long has it been since he has heard anyone apologize to him, let alone for their inaccurate assumptions of his character and values?]

...But you are right, had I not acted, then I suppose our star would have been lost. The scions certainly would have given their lives for naught. You need not thank me, however, 'twas not only your star I was saving--but mine as well.

Though I may be defeated, and my people no longer remain, I had no intention of letting our star's journey end there. 'Twas only natural that I would lend aid to those in need—a sentiment I am certain you may understand.

Yes, that certainly sounds like Estinien.

[Thankfully, he spares Emet from any sort of saccharine simpering he might have about Estinien's well-being. Learning that the man had been here for such a substantial period of time had been worrisome. He knows that the dragoon can handle himself well enough, he would not still be alive were that not true. But there was more to life than survival skills, even if Estinien might have preferred to think otherwise.

Suffice to say, the cat has been properly socialized, and Aymeric is eternally grateful. He might have even vocalized as much, if not for one thing that Emet says.]

I was not aware that any scions had lost their lives in the process. [A singular shard of ice lodges itself within his belly, but he ignores it for the time being.]

... Full well do I understand, though. There is much that I would give not only for my country, for this star and the people that live upon it. And though I may have been on the receiving side of some of your more... antagonistic efforts, I can respect a need to give everything for those you struggle to hold up.

Ah, 'twould seem I inadvertently shared a secret, I suppose you will need to ask Estinien for the details on those that lost their lives, for I shall say no more.

[As if there were any save for the warrior of light who hadn't.]

For what it is worth, none of it was personal. A man of your standing is doubtlessly practiced in the formalities of war, particularly ones of extinction.

[After all, Ishgard was in one for a thousand years. And while not all the dragons needed to die out for the war to end, Nidhogg himself is gone and his brood will ever suffer for it. Yet, that was simply the way of it, wasn't it?]

But this conversation would be better served over tea than the network, do you not agree? Should you find yourself in Goldenrod, mayhap we could meet properly, though I would understand if you are not in the habit of keeping such undesirable company.

[He doesn't want to leave it at that. Apprehension swallows his heart for a brief moment. He recalls, vividly, the selfsame fear that had crept through him as he'd carried Estinien back to Ishgard, battered and broken. How he'd felt sitting vigil at his bedside, hoping and dreading in a simultaneous dance.

Mentally, he goes back through the conversations he's had since arriving. He'd taken Estinien's assurances that the Scions as a group had gone their separate ways, but that didn't mean that any one of their number hadn't been lost on the journey. He's at least confident in assuming the dragoon had made it out unscathed, but what of the others?

Intentionally or no, Emet does little to help improve his mood at the mention of Nidhogg and his flock. He had meant to avoid the eradication of any more of their number, and that included Nidhogg's most loyal. That so much of that number had been wiped out in the second battle on the Steps of Faith... He doesn't like to think of it.]

Unfortunate though it is, you are correct.

[his voice is just a little stiff, though whether perturbed by the insinuation or still distracted by Emet's first revelation is hard to say. He can at least agree that he's hardly in the position for amicable conversation at this point, though.]

I have heard much of this Goldenrod City. 'Tis my hope to make the journey there erelong. Many of my companions resided there until recently, it seems. 'Twould only make sense to make it a primary destination on this first leg of mine journey.

As for your company... [He forces himself to crack the faintest of smiles.] Already it has proven more fruitful than any conversation I have had with Ishgardian nobility. And in this land, where we are all more or less equal, there is no one to judge me for the company I keep.

I look forward to taking tea with you.

[Honestly, this is Estinien's fault for not telling Aymeric the important details. Sure, he might have let slip some of them died (all of them did), but that should not have been a secret to begin with! Though, he isn't surprised that Estinien only told him what was likely immediately relevant. In Emet-Selch's experience, he's never been a very talent storyteller.

That crack at the Ishgardian nobility earns him a chuckle. While he did not personally have dealings with Ishgard as Lahabrea had, he was not unaware of it, nor its rigid social structure. It was part of his duty to know as much as he could about mankind and its civilizations, ever looking for an opening to take advantage of—a well to poison, so to speak. As such, he likely knows far more about Ishgard than one might assume otherwise.

Though he has little intent in playing his hand so readily, not that he should have to worry about playing any hand at all—but one never knows.]

Indeed, I do suppose none here would conspire against you for speaking with the my ilk. Perhaps Estinien, though he has no room to talk, when one considers he had lived in my abode for some time. Little can I blame him, the location in Goldenrod is quite convenient, and I suppose it saved him from seeking out lodgings elsewhere.

All the same, once you have reached Goldenrod, Estinien should be quite capable of leading you there, granted he hasn't forgotten the way.

[He smiles, though who knows how genuine it is. He is an Ascian, after all.]

Until then, friend.

[And with his little signature wave, he cuts the feed. Prompt in his exits as always.]

[The video shows Elidibus, grinning behind his mask.]

I do believe that we shall make quite the team once more.

Let us be about it, formidable again as we were.

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[Elidibus is treated witha smirk of Emet-Selch's own.]

It has been quite some time since we have worked together in such capacity, has it not? I had not thought a bird would be what brings us together--but then again...perhaps 'tis only appropriate.

[A little dark humor never hurt anybody...]

[That earns Emet-Selch a chuckle, dry but amused.]

Just so.

[He straightens up, switching gears - business now, but more casual than their other work.]

When shall we begin our endeavors?

Well, I would rather more than just us two. While I have confidence in our ability to command these creatures, I am not so arrogant to underestimate their power.

Should others show an interest and we garner us an adequate group, we shall gather for proper plotting anon.

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Booooo. Four out of ten, low hanging fruit of puns, minimal effort on the delivery.

[But they're grinning regardless--and clearly on the move, judging by the unsteady-cam effect they have going.]

Unfortunately I've already promised my efforts to another group, or I'd gladly join you! Which you're horribly put out over, I'm sure.

I'll be sure to run my puns by you from now on.

[He sees that grin, so clearly it wasn't a total wash.]

What ever shall I do without the vaunted hero of the source aiding me? And you would fancy yourself a savior, yet you cannot even lend aid to the elderly, for shame, I say.

You won't be getting any suggestions out of me, I'm strictly a critic on the subject.

[They laugh and raise an eyebrow, amused and clearly enjoying themself. If they weren't hyur-ified, their ears would likely be wiggling.]

An elder I only recently saw nearly incinerating creatures at least this vicious! And even without such abilities, I'm certain the Pokemon you've gathered are far more prepared for the task than mine are just yet. Unless you've spent your entire time here napping?

Oh I see, only possessed of a critical eye but no claim to talent?

[It's odd, teasing them like this, but odd is not bad.]

But no, I have not. If only I could have, but much as I was back on our star, ever have I been busy here. In fact I am one of the champions of their little league, though that's scant aught to brag about. 'Twas more a test of patience than skill.

I simply know where my strengths lie! One can have a fine palate without knowing precisely how to craft a meal, can't they?

[Hey, at least he's enjoying it! Their goal is achieved.]

Ah, but considering your lofty standards for a challenge, I wonder if I shouldn't take that as a compliment to them? Either way, I look forward to the chance to challenge you in a new arena when the time comes.

I suppose if we don't encounter one on the way back towards Goldenrod. You intend to keep one of these beasts?

[He knows Emet has a strong team already but that seems...ill advised. For his part, Estinien had gone to the Center after the announcement to get stronger team members lest he and Aymeric are attacked while traveling.]

I do. I see no reason to pass over such a formidable creature.

[Emet has a powerful team, several actually, but even he knows when confidence becomes arrogance.]

How goes your travels, by the by? You have had need to backtrack quite a bit--and for a man you did not deem worthy to enlighten me of?

I returned to Cherrygrove, yes. My apologies for not apprising you of my every movement.

[He was excited, okay?]

I left as soon as I saw his message. To be honest, I was surprised you didn't stick your nose in right then.

I likely would have, had I not fallen ill.

[Honestly, he doesn't remember much from that week, and what he does remember, he isn't sure if it actually happened? Perhaps fever dreams?]

Alas, this fragile mortal body cannot seem to handle something as banal as the Flu.

It can be a serious illness. I imagine since you've not dealt with it before, it would be all the worse.

[So really, why are you harping on him for not telling you about Aymeric? Rude.]

We'd intended to travel back towards Violet on the morrow, though these current conditions may change that.

Yes, well, ever am I resilient all the same.

[It was a terrible, miserable time, and he'll be glad to never do that again. But what's this? Are you concerned for this old Ascian? Bothered he didn't tell you that he had gotten sick? How touching!]

Whatever it is you do, take care, little do I wish to play hero should you or your companion follow Lance's fate.

[Hey now, let's not go that far.]

As if the both of us don't have years of experience in evading flying creatures wishing to kill us. At least these eagles cannot breathe fire or lightning.

[At least, he presumes. That would suck.

He takes a turn on his walk back towards the hostel, heading towards a bakery.]

I could say much the same to you.

You do not know that, these creatures have plenty of hidden talents, you should not so readily underestimate them.

[Seriously, Estinien...]

But, considering that I have not done such, you need not worry for me—falling victim to their unruly behavior is not likely to happen. I know a thing or two about conquering the indomitable, remember?

Alright then, tis unlikely. Not that we plan to take any undue risks.

[Just. A little risk. Traveling, that is, but that should be fine, right?]

I hardly need the reminder.

[There's a little jingle of a door bell as he steps into the bakery. He's not usually the type, but he's planning on bringing something back for Aymeric.]

Oh, bravo! We are looking to capture our own for the bounty, so my goal and your own are at opposition, but I am much impressed by your sinister monologue, my friend. Have you ever thought of pursuing the stage?

[This new, dark-skinned fellow, with the shaved head, eyepatch, and broad-brimmed feathered hat does seem much amused, however.]

[Well, this is a new face. One that seems to appreciate a flair for the dramatic. At the mention of pursuing the stage, he cannot help but smirk.]

Oh, I've quite the experience with acting, don't you worry. 'Tis all too easy to snap into character at times, I'm afraid. Though I do harbor an appreciation for those with a taste for theatre--are you a mere lover of the arts, or something of a performer yourself?

Mostly an arts-lover, I'm afraid, though I do own a little theatre under alias--alas, it is back on my home plane!--and I do enjoy playing music for my own benefit, though not professionally.

Naught wrong with being a mere appreciator, after all, for whom would we perform if not for an adoring audience, eh? But you owned a theatre, did you?

[Under alias as well, hm? Interesting. Something he will keep in mind.]

Whilst I did not own them, I personally endorsed a theatre troupe back on mine own star, bequeathed them with their own airship—so that all of the empire might enjoy their talents. Some believed the decision a daft one, but they are fools to think the arts are unworthy of such patronage.

Not that it matters now, I suppose. What instrument do you play, if you mind not my asking?

Two of them! The harp and the harpsichord. [Or, anyway, WDDH mentions both instruments as being in his room and so we are going to assume that he plays them.] Only as a hobbyist, of course--I am no bard to use music as the foundation of enchantment.

But please... tell me more of this 'airship.' There are floating vessels on my plane--called 'skyships'--but they are constructed by secret method in the land of Halruaa, which was lost for a century, and devilishly expensive.

"How much are you paying?"

Pardon the... awkward angle the 'gear is being held at here. And the fact that Geddoe is, well, a mercenary.

How very interesting. There aren't many he's come across here with such a mercenary-like mentality, most the time they're self-proclaimed heroes, or utterly indifferent to whatever struggles are happening in this world. So to be met with such a question is oddly refreshing.

"A fair question, one only to be expected when asking for assistance with such a harrowing endeavor. Not to mention the existing bounty offered to turn the creatures over to the League. I can match their price, if it's all the same to you."

He already knows he has some on board already to assist with this, and so potentially needing to pay only one member is negligible.

"But only if you can prove yourself worthy of the task, after all, there are some few who are more than capable and ask for naught. Inspired by little more than the goodness in their hearts. Yet charity alone does not net results, but little am I interested in paying for incompetence."

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It's a perfectly fair question, if it can even be called a question, buried as it is within all that florid speech. And while it's been a good few years since Geddoe's had to actively sell his services, he does know how this is done.

"I have a few Pokémon that will be strong against a flying type like." Actually most of his roster is, but he's unaware that these Braviary are also part psychic. But, perhaps more importantly: "And I've fought a giant bird before."

Granted, calling the rampaging avatar of the True Wind Rune a 'giant bird' is something of a severe understatement, but the point remains. This wouldn't exactly be new territory for him, so he does have some idea how to approach it in terms of tactics.

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