A young silver haired miqo'te adorned in an elegant black dress sighed hesitantly at the door as she double checked over a handful of papers before stepping into the other room. The room was dark but the night sky illuminated the area just enough to make out the details of everything inside. The room was littered with strange relics and devices. Dismantled and reworked Vanguards would lie chained against the walls of the room with wires and cords protruding out of their torsos. Numerous tomes detailing ancient myths and lore would lie scattered across the floor and a large observatory telescope would compliment what seemed like a scholars private study.
Victorica would scan the room with calculating eyes before they would lock onto to only other living soul in the room. Picking up some of the scattered tomes across the floor as she made her way over, she would eventually approach the young silver haired man at his desk and set the papers on the table. "Here are the confidentiality agreement papers you wanted. You know, even with the ludicrous amount of money you've been paying these Blades... They are starting to grow very suspicious about what exactly it is that you're up to... Some are even to beginning to question if you are involved with the Imperials, Gospel."
Wearing a black cowl with the hood down, the cowl was adorned with a twin silver snake plated crest across the chest. The young man could be seen reading over a tome as he sat at the desk. Sighing, he would bookmark the page and look over to the girl. "Hm... for something that's supposed to be confidential, they sure are nosy about what I'm up to. You merely mention anything about uncharted ruins and magitech then suddenly they want every single detail so they can try and blackmail you for more then you payed." He'd merely shake his head as he reached for another tome and began to quickly rummage through its pages.
Victorica would merely give a small nod as she took a seat next to Gospel. "You know how Ul'dahns are when it comes to money. I can silence them if they start to become too much of a burden... Anyways, how goes the research on Xandes's tomb?" She would reply without concern as she picked up a tome from the stack and begin to study its contents for herself.
"Well... I've found the location of it thanks to being tipped off by a certain doctor. However, there is virtually no way to even remotely access it." Gospel would reply as he skimmed over one last page before looking up at one of the chained Vanguards. " The ruins and the mysteries along with it lay far beneath the earth. I was hoping I could put these automatons to further use and maybe try and dig my way to the tomb... but moving these things without drawing attention is a task in itself."
Victorica would smirk as she continued to observe her book. "Hm, hm... Yes, I remember you had to completely dismantle the things and have them be mailed piece by piece along with other useless items to help conceal the shipments... I sometimes wonder why you didn't just set up base in Mhor Dhona since we'd be closer to the tomb?"
"Hmph... Even if I were able to get the machines over there I don't think their drills would be strong enough." Gospel would say with an uneasy sigh as he crossed his arms and made his way over to the large telescope. The Vanguards would seemingly begin to activate on their own as if powering the strange looking device. "There's also too much activity going on in Mor Dhona with it being the focal point of the war and all, we'd surely get noticed by someone."
Victorica would gaze over at the machines powering the telescope for a moment before looking through the window to see what the man could be looking for. It became more than obvious the moment she set her gaze upon the red sphere in the sky. "Hm, probably." She would rest her chin on her palm and sigh softly as she looked at the moon with a bored expression "So... Where do you think Dalamud will crash?" She would inquire as she rested her chin on her palm.
"I don't think it was ever meant to crash..." Gospel would quickly reply as he observed the details of the moon through his telescope. "There's far too much weaponry on this thing to have it all go to waste with a big crash. Honestly, I'm still not fully sure how this thing works but if I were to take a guess from the research I've gathered. I'd say that Dalamud is like a parasite... It absorbs the aether from all that have perished, but that aether isn't just being used to speed its descent... I feel like it's using that aether to power the weapons on board." Zooming in on one of the spires, He would turn his attention away to jot down a few more notes. "Once it reaches a certain altitude, I think it will go through with a different phase... Namely targeting key points around Aldenard and unleashing its weapons on those points."
After finishing the notes, Gospel would walk back over to the desk and slide the piece of paper into the book he previously bookmarked. "Chances of survival seem pretty slim... At least for us. If those weapons are using aether at such high levels like I think they are. I feel like the radiation of energy would make most regions in Aldenard almost inhabitable... Though I guess, it works in the Garleans favor since they can just harness and revert that raw aether into ceruleum to help power their cities."
"What should we do then?" Victorica would ask, her words were blunt but showed concern, her fingers tapping impatiently on one of the tomes on the table.
"I don't know, I'll probably think of something eventually..." Gospel would reply as he looked outside towards the red sphere, his chin resting in his palm as he sat at the table with Victorica.
"Do you think the blasts from Dalamud's weaponry will be strong enough to uncover Xandes's Tomb?" Victorica would ask as her eyes shifted towards Gospel.
"It just might be..." looking at a picture of a tower made of crystal in one of the left open tomes. "Heh, maybe Dalamud isn't looking so bad after all?..." Gospel would reply. A small smirk would form across both the Hyur and Miqo'tes lips as they looked out the window one last time towards their grim beacon of hope.
Victorica would scan the room with calculating eyes before they would lock onto to only other living soul in the room. Picking up some of the scattered tomes across the floor as she made her way over, she would eventually approach the young silver haired man at his desk and set the papers on the table. "Here are the confidentiality agreement papers you wanted. You know, even with the ludicrous amount of money you've been paying these Blades... They are starting to grow very suspicious about what exactly it is that you're up to... Some are even to beginning to question if you are involved with the Imperials, Gospel."
Wearing a black cowl with the hood down, the cowl was adorned with a twin silver snake plated crest across the chest. The young man could be seen reading over a tome as he sat at the desk. Sighing, he would bookmark the page and look over to the girl. "Hm... for something that's supposed to be confidential, they sure are nosy about what I'm up to. You merely mention anything about uncharted ruins and magitech then suddenly they want every single detail so they can try and blackmail you for more then you payed." He'd merely shake his head as he reached for another tome and began to quickly rummage through its pages.
Victorica would merely give a small nod as she took a seat next to Gospel. "You know how Ul'dahns are when it comes to money. I can silence them if they start to become too much of a burden... Anyways, how goes the research on Xandes's tomb?" She would reply without concern as she picked up a tome from the stack and begin to study its contents for herself.
"Well... I've found the location of it thanks to being tipped off by a certain doctor. However, there is virtually no way to even remotely access it." Gospel would reply as he skimmed over one last page before looking up at one of the chained Vanguards. " The ruins and the mysteries along with it lay far beneath the earth. I was hoping I could put these automatons to further use and maybe try and dig my way to the tomb... but moving these things without drawing attention is a task in itself."
Victorica would smirk as she continued to observe her book. "Hm, hm... Yes, I remember you had to completely dismantle the things and have them be mailed piece by piece along with other useless items to help conceal the shipments... I sometimes wonder why you didn't just set up base in Mhor Dhona since we'd be closer to the tomb?"
"Hmph... Even if I were able to get the machines over there I don't think their drills would be strong enough." Gospel would say with an uneasy sigh as he crossed his arms and made his way over to the large telescope. The Vanguards would seemingly begin to activate on their own as if powering the strange looking device. "There's also too much activity going on in Mor Dhona with it being the focal point of the war and all, we'd surely get noticed by someone."
Victorica would gaze over at the machines powering the telescope for a moment before looking through the window to see what the man could be looking for. It became more than obvious the moment she set her gaze upon the red sphere in the sky. "Hm, probably." She would rest her chin on her palm and sigh softly as she looked at the moon with a bored expression "So... Where do you think Dalamud will crash?" She would inquire as she rested her chin on her palm.
"I don't think it was ever meant to crash..." Gospel would quickly reply as he observed the details of the moon through his telescope. "There's far too much weaponry on this thing to have it all go to waste with a big crash. Honestly, I'm still not fully sure how this thing works but if I were to take a guess from the research I've gathered. I'd say that Dalamud is like a parasite... It absorbs the aether from all that have perished, but that aether isn't just being used to speed its descent... I feel like it's using that aether to power the weapons on board." Zooming in on one of the spires, He would turn his attention away to jot down a few more notes. "Once it reaches a certain altitude, I think it will go through with a different phase... Namely targeting key points around Aldenard and unleashing its weapons on those points."
After finishing the notes, Gospel would walk back over to the desk and slide the piece of paper into the book he previously bookmarked. "Chances of survival seem pretty slim... At least for us. If those weapons are using aether at such high levels like I think they are. I feel like the radiation of energy would make most regions in Aldenard almost inhabitable... Though I guess, it works in the Garleans favor since they can just harness and revert that raw aether into ceruleum to help power their cities."
"What should we do then?" Victorica would ask, her words were blunt but showed concern, her fingers tapping impatiently on one of the tomes on the table.
"I don't know, I'll probably think of something eventually..." Gospel would reply as he looked outside towards the red sphere, his chin resting in his palm as he sat at the table with Victorica.
"Do you think the blasts from Dalamud's weaponry will be strong enough to uncover Xandes's Tomb?" Victorica would ask as her eyes shifted towards Gospel.
"It just might be..." looking at a picture of a tower made of crystal in one of the left open tomes. "Heh, maybe Dalamud isn't looking so bad after all?..." Gospel would reply. A small smirk would form across both the Hyur and Miqo'tes lips as they looked out the window one last time towards their grim beacon of hope.
