Eric Rosethorn settles in next to a crate, eyes scanning first the people in front of him and then settling on the symbol etched into the rock.
Ciel Sauveterre: "Greetings, lady."
Jancis Milburga: "A very fond greeting. Is truly a remarkable day."
Ciel Sauveterre smiles, "Any day which celebrates one of the Twelve is remarkable, aye."
Cyneler Fenrir sighs while looking at the symbol on the rock
Cyneler Fenrir grabs his sword and mutters I still miss ya Father
Cyneler Fenrir looks at the stone and says Damn it Father why did ya have to die in the Calamity
Cyneler Fenrir looks up at the sky
Rosalinde Thorne leans slightly against the barrels behind her, gaze unfocused, though she seems to be looking at the rock etched with Rhalgr's symbol.
Berrod Armstrong deadpanned at Oscare. "Yer not gonna sit there behind me like a vagrant the entire time, are ya?"
Oscare Iono: "I've... been here for a while."
Berrod Armstrong: "That ain't what I asked."
Oscare Iono bites his lower lip. "Oh, sorry. Uh, I don't plan to, no..."
Berrod Armstrong offered a bright smile. "Awright."
Oscare Iono stands up and nervously skitters away. Nyaaaaah.
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Leanne Delphium pokes Oscare. Eorzea to Oscare, Eorzea to Oscare..
Oscare Iono: "Hello."
Leanne Delphium: "Still lurking around the corners...!"
Oscare Iono: "Yeah, sorry."
Leanne Delphium smiles sheepishly. "No need to apologize. Ah...how are you holding?"
Oscare Iono: "Doing better. Yourself?"
Leanne Delphium: "Better than never, as usual...!" she giggles, full of energy.
Oscare Iono: "That's great to hear."
Leanne Delphium: "How are the chances of me dragging you to be social?
Oscare Iono: "High. I'm just standing here because I didn't wanna interrupt anyone's flow."
Leanne Delphium: "Then come on! Go be social! Ms. Clio is there!"
Oscare Iono nods in reassurance... but doesn't move.
Leanne Delphium purses her lips. "You ain't moving, are you..."
Oscare Iono: "Hm?"
Leanne Delphium: "You know! Walk! Into the crowd. To be social!"
Oscare Iono: "I was waiting for you make a move so I can follow."
Leanne Delphium: "Ah...oh...! I see. Uhm.."
Leanne Delphium clears her throat, and moves...then stops to look over her shoulder to see if Oscare was following.
Leanne Delphium: "Ms. Clio!"
Cliodhna Eoghan Looks behind her. "Oh....Hello Leanne, Boots."
Leanne Delphium: "I brought Oscare with me. Trying to get him to be social."
Cliodhna Eoghan: He chats when he's in the mood...Which tends to be rarely....
Leanne Delphium: "He's in the mood! I guess? He said my chances are high this time..."
Nathan Telluride directs a quick quip behind him. "Oscare... social? By the gods, it is a miracle of the Twelve!"
Leanne Delphium: "Mr. Telluride! That's mean..!"
Cliodhna Eoghan Smiles softly, thankful for the sunglasses. "That's good, you should take the chance when you have it then to chat with him."
Leanne Delphium: "I'm doing that! I just think that, uhm...the more, the merrier...!"
Nathan Telluride: "Oh, it's only mean for the second it takes for me to greet you both." He smiles warmly at Leanne and Oscare.
Leanne Delphium sticks her tongue at Nathan before snickering.
Oscare Iono seems to be just... scratching at his head, hand dug under his bandana. He smiles awkwardly, which is at least an advancement.
Leanne Delphium smiles sheepishly. "Is it weird I consider that smile an achievement..?"
Oscare Iono: "I... I-I dunno? Is it?"
Leanne Delphium: "You seldom smile! Unless you're making jokes at my expense."
Oscare Iono he smiles again. That's twice in less than ten [minutes]. The world was about to explode.
Leanne Delphium puffs her cheeks.
Leanne Delphium giggles and fist pumps. She got Oscare to smile. Yay!
Oscare Iono smiles awkwardly again, thrice in a row, even thought he's not sparing a lot of words.
Leanne Delphium laughs awkwardly. "Now that's getting a tad awkward."
Oscare Iono: "What?"
Nathan Telluride looks to Oscare. "You best have been giving a few good stomps, sir." A grin follows.
Oscare Iono: "Stomps?"
Leanne Delphium nods. "Yeah! From Mr. Nathan...performance."
Leanne Delphium grimaces. First thing she remember is the strip tease, of course.
Oscare Iono: "What... does he mean be 'stomps'?"
Nathan Telluride: "Yes. Even something as brutal as that can tighten the bonds, sir..." He looks to Clio. "Oh, no one knew what I was up to. Besides, pride in one's form is a tenet of the Destroyer, no?" He looks back to Oscare, as if expecting him to answer.
Leanne Delphium stomps the ground in front of Oscare, trying to silently explain him.
Nathan Telluride chews his lip. "There WAS a collar I could have worn, you know, but it ruined the effect."
Oscare Iono: "... I'm not sure if I follow."
Leanne Delphium: "Gaah, if you stomped the floor, dummy!"
Oscare Iono seemed to be TOTALLY lost at both Nathan's question and Leanne's demonstration.
Oscare Iono: "But... he meant that literally?"
Leanne Delphium: "Yes!"
Oscare Iono: "I didn't get any stomps though."
Leanne Delphium: "Were you daydreaming all day?"
Oscare Iono: "Just a little. What happened?"
Nathan Telluride glances at Oscare. "You might not want to spread it around that you did not get enough stomps for one day."
Oscare Iono: "-- What's /that/ mean?"
Leanne Delphium laughs nervously. "I will leave the explanation to Mr. Telluride."
Nathan Telluride: "Lift foot. Lower foot with speed and a large amount of force. Bottom of boot hits ground. Dust flies, air is disturbed, silence is destroyed... you know, that sort of thing."
Leanne Delphium: "Dust flies, and glues to my clothes..."
Leanne Delphium gingerly pats her top.
Oscare Iono: "I meant more of the 'don't spread it' part, but thank you for actually explaining it."
Nathan Telluride: "I think that's a hint to look there, is it?"
Leanne Delphium laughs sheepishly. "Wish I had a answer for that one. And yet, I don't...also, I don't think it would be normally be necessary to explain what stomping means...!"
Oscare Iono: "You meant it literally, when I didn't get stomped by anything."
Leanne Delphium: "Oh Oschon. Naay. You. Stomping. Ground."
Leanne Delphium stomps. "Like that!"
Oscare Iono: "I didn't stomp anything either."
Leanne Delphium sighs. "Question answered. Aah..." her ears flicks. "Hm?"
Oscare Iono looks up at the stone ceiling, tapping his chin. "I should probably head off. Stayed too long. Have a good time folks -- and spread that to everyone in here for me."
Leanne Delphium: "...And he's off like that."
Sharla Blackheart: "Hmmmm." *watches as Oscare leaves and looks back to Leanne* "Yeah...he still does that..."
Leanne Delphium sighs. "I will work on that sometime...To the line...!"
Ciel Sauveterre: "Greetings, lady."
Jancis Milburga: "A very fond greeting. Is truly a remarkable day."
Ciel Sauveterre smiles, "Any day which celebrates one of the Twelve is remarkable, aye."
Cyneler Fenrir sighs while looking at the symbol on the rock
Cyneler Fenrir grabs his sword and mutters I still miss ya Father
Cyneler Fenrir looks at the stone and says Damn it Father why did ya have to die in the Calamity
Cyneler Fenrir looks up at the sky
Rosalinde Thorne leans slightly against the barrels behind her, gaze unfocused, though she seems to be looking at the rock etched with Rhalgr's symbol.
Berrod Armstrong deadpanned at Oscare. "Yer not gonna sit there behind me like a vagrant the entire time, are ya?"
Oscare Iono: "I've... been here for a while."
Berrod Armstrong: "That ain't what I asked."
Oscare Iono bites his lower lip. "Oh, sorry. Uh, I don't plan to, no..."
Berrod Armstrong offered a bright smile. "Awright."
Oscare Iono stands up and nervously skitters away. Nyaaaaah.
Leanne Delphium pokes Oscare. Eorzea to Oscare, Eorzea to Oscare..
Oscare Iono: "Hello."
Leanne Delphium: "Still lurking around the corners...!"
Oscare Iono: "Yeah, sorry."
Leanne Delphium smiles sheepishly. "No need to apologize. Ah...how are you holding?"
Oscare Iono: "Doing better. Yourself?"
Leanne Delphium: "Better than never, as usual...!" she giggles, full of energy.
Oscare Iono: "That's great to hear."
Leanne Delphium: "How are the chances of me dragging you to be social?
Oscare Iono: "High. I'm just standing here because I didn't wanna interrupt anyone's flow."
Leanne Delphium: "Then come on! Go be social! Ms. Clio is there!"
Oscare Iono nods in reassurance... but doesn't move.
Leanne Delphium purses her lips. "You ain't moving, are you..."
Oscare Iono: "Hm?"
Leanne Delphium: "You know! Walk! Into the crowd. To be social!"
Oscare Iono: "I was waiting for you make a move so I can follow."
Leanne Delphium: "Ah...oh...! I see. Uhm.."
Leanne Delphium clears her throat, and moves...then stops to look over her shoulder to see if Oscare was following.
Leanne Delphium: "Ms. Clio!"
Cliodhna Eoghan Looks behind her. "Oh....Hello Leanne, Boots."
Leanne Delphium: "I brought Oscare with me. Trying to get him to be social."
Cliodhna Eoghan: He chats when he's in the mood...Which tends to be rarely....
Leanne Delphium: "He's in the mood! I guess? He said my chances are high this time..."
Nathan Telluride directs a quick quip behind him. "Oscare... social? By the gods, it is a miracle of the Twelve!"
Leanne Delphium: "Mr. Telluride! That's mean..!"
Cliodhna Eoghan Smiles softly, thankful for the sunglasses. "That's good, you should take the chance when you have it then to chat with him."
Leanne Delphium: "I'm doing that! I just think that, uhm...the more, the merrier...!"
Nathan Telluride: "Oh, it's only mean for the second it takes for me to greet you both." He smiles warmly at Leanne and Oscare.
Leanne Delphium sticks her tongue at Nathan before snickering.
Oscare Iono seems to be just... scratching at his head, hand dug under his bandana. He smiles awkwardly, which is at least an advancement.
Leanne Delphium smiles sheepishly. "Is it weird I consider that smile an achievement..?"
Oscare Iono: "I... I-I dunno? Is it?"
Leanne Delphium: "You seldom smile! Unless you're making jokes at my expense."
Oscare Iono he smiles again. That's twice in less than ten [minutes]. The world was about to explode.
Leanne Delphium puffs her cheeks.
Leanne Delphium giggles and fist pumps. She got Oscare to smile. Yay!
Oscare Iono smiles awkwardly again, thrice in a row, even thought he's not sparing a lot of words.
Leanne Delphium laughs awkwardly. "Now that's getting a tad awkward."
Oscare Iono: "What?"
Nathan Telluride looks to Oscare. "You best have been giving a few good stomps, sir." A grin follows.
Oscare Iono: "Stomps?"
Leanne Delphium nods. "Yeah! From Mr. Nathan...performance."
Leanne Delphium grimaces. First thing she remember is the strip tease, of course.
Oscare Iono: "What... does he mean be 'stomps'?"
Nathan Telluride: "Yes. Even something as brutal as that can tighten the bonds, sir..." He looks to Clio. "Oh, no one knew what I was up to. Besides, pride in one's form is a tenet of the Destroyer, no?" He looks back to Oscare, as if expecting him to answer.
Leanne Delphium stomps the ground in front of Oscare, trying to silently explain him.
Nathan Telluride chews his lip. "There WAS a collar I could have worn, you know, but it ruined the effect."
Oscare Iono: "... I'm not sure if I follow."
Leanne Delphium: "Gaah, if you stomped the floor, dummy!"
Oscare Iono seemed to be TOTALLY lost at both Nathan's question and Leanne's demonstration.
Oscare Iono: "But... he meant that literally?"
Leanne Delphium: "Yes!"
Oscare Iono: "I didn't get any stomps though."
Leanne Delphium: "Were you daydreaming all day?"
Oscare Iono: "Just a little. What happened?"
Nathan Telluride glances at Oscare. "You might not want to spread it around that you did not get enough stomps for one day."
Oscare Iono: "-- What's /that/ mean?"
Leanne Delphium laughs nervously. "I will leave the explanation to Mr. Telluride."
Nathan Telluride: "Lift foot. Lower foot with speed and a large amount of force. Bottom of boot hits ground. Dust flies, air is disturbed, silence is destroyed... you know, that sort of thing."
Leanne Delphium: "Dust flies, and glues to my clothes..."
Leanne Delphium gingerly pats her top.
Oscare Iono: "I meant more of the 'don't spread it' part, but thank you for actually explaining it."
Nathan Telluride: "I think that's a hint to look there, is it?"
Leanne Delphium laughs sheepishly. "Wish I had a answer for that one. And yet, I don't...also, I don't think it would be normally be necessary to explain what stomping means...!"
Oscare Iono: "You meant it literally, when I didn't get stomped by anything."
Leanne Delphium: "Oh Oschon. Naay. You. Stomping. Ground."
Leanne Delphium stomps. "Like that!"
Oscare Iono: "I didn't stomp anything either."
Leanne Delphium sighs. "Question answered. Aah..." her ears flicks. "Hm?"
Oscare Iono looks up at the stone ceiling, tapping his chin. "I should probably head off. Stayed too long. Have a good time folks -- and spread that to everyone in here for me."
Leanne Delphium: "...And he's off like that."
Sharla Blackheart: "Hmmmm." *watches as Oscare leaves and looks back to Leanne* "Yeah...he still does that..."
Leanne Delphium sighs. "I will work on that sometime...To the line...!"
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