D'ahl pointed and called out, "We're going to crash into those adventurers and that angry magic monster they're fighting!"
Below them, a number of Eorzean 'heroes' -- no doubt just exceptional enemies of the Garlean Empire -- were in a life-and-death struggle with some large, dark, magitech vanguard. Watching through the hole at the front of the ship as the last few seconds ticked by before their collision with the ground and their likely deaths, D'hein thought primarily of his disappointment in Garlean machinery and the unthinkably poor aesthetics of what was probably meant to be Gaius Van Baelsar's ultimate weapon.
He decided it was so ugly and ponderous it didn't deserve to be called an ultimate weapon even if that's what it was. No, it needed to lose a few letters. He decided to call it the ultima weapon instead of the ultimate weapon, because that sounded as unimpressive as the beastly thing looked. It should have at least had a cape, as long as it had shoulders to wear one, for instance.
Wait, was that a giant woman with feathers just now?
"Do something!" D'ahl shouted, "You didn't come all this way without an escape plan, did you? You're daughter's going to lose both her adoptive father and her mother!"
"Mother?" D'hein threw a glare at D'ahl.
"I mean girlfriend or whatever," She took him by the collar and shook him, "I can't have this conversation right now! The Syndicate is going to be throwing extravagant victory parties all month and I'm going to be too dead to attend because of you!"
"D'ahl, before we die, I need to tell you..." D'hein turned and took her by the shoulder's looking into her eyes. "Actually this is far too cliche and I'd rather die without last words than do this if that's alright with you."
"It's actually preferable, thank you."
"I'm going to utilize the Aetherytes and return us to Ul'dah now."
She gasped, staring at him wide-eyed. "D'hein Tia! You common swindler. You cannot simply use the Aetherytes to escape a death such as this! It's cheating to those like me who cannot!"
"I'm taking you with me, D'ahl. Of course, I've saved up plenty of Aethyr and paid all requisite fees before we even left for Ala Mhigo."
"Fine! But I'll have you know-!"
"Be silent, D'ahl," he boldly placed a finger on her lips. As the aura of fiery death washed over them and they careened towards the very battlefield where good and evil dueled as equals, D'hein purred, "Be at peace, for in this moment D'hein Tia, hero of the Garlean Empire, snatches you from the jaws of death and delivers you- ow!"
D'ahl bit his finger. "We're going to die! Go!"
And as the two dodos vanished into the Aethyr, an adorable Lalafel who was very bad at not standing where she was not supposed to was mercilessly crushed under the full weight of the airship.
Below them, a number of Eorzean 'heroes' -- no doubt just exceptional enemies of the Garlean Empire -- were in a life-and-death struggle with some large, dark, magitech vanguard. Watching through the hole at the front of the ship as the last few seconds ticked by before their collision with the ground and their likely deaths, D'hein thought primarily of his disappointment in Garlean machinery and the unthinkably poor aesthetics of what was probably meant to be Gaius Van Baelsar's ultimate weapon.
He decided it was so ugly and ponderous it didn't deserve to be called an ultimate weapon even if that's what it was. No, it needed to lose a few letters. He decided to call it the ultima weapon instead of the ultimate weapon, because that sounded as unimpressive as the beastly thing looked. It should have at least had a cape, as long as it had shoulders to wear one, for instance.
Wait, was that a giant woman with feathers just now?
"Do something!" D'ahl shouted, "You didn't come all this way without an escape plan, did you? You're daughter's going to lose both her adoptive father and her mother!"
"Mother?" D'hein threw a glare at D'ahl.
"I mean girlfriend or whatever," She took him by the collar and shook him, "I can't have this conversation right now! The Syndicate is going to be throwing extravagant victory parties all month and I'm going to be too dead to attend because of you!"
"D'ahl, before we die, I need to tell you..." D'hein turned and took her by the shoulder's looking into her eyes. "Actually this is far too cliche and I'd rather die without last words than do this if that's alright with you."
"It's actually preferable, thank you."
"I'm going to utilize the Aetherytes and return us to Ul'dah now."
She gasped, staring at him wide-eyed. "D'hein Tia! You common swindler. You cannot simply use the Aetherytes to escape a death such as this! It's cheating to those like me who cannot!"
"I'm taking you with me, D'ahl. Of course, I've saved up plenty of Aethyr and paid all requisite fees before we even left for Ala Mhigo."
"Fine! But I'll have you know-!"
"Be silent, D'ahl," he boldly placed a finger on her lips. As the aura of fiery death washed over them and they careened towards the very battlefield where good and evil dueled as equals, D'hein purred, "Be at peace, for in this moment D'hein Tia, hero of the Garlean Empire, snatches you from the jaws of death and delivers you- ow!"
D'ahl bit his finger. "We're going to die! Go!"
And as the two dodos vanished into the Aethyr, an adorable Lalafel who was very bad at not standing where she was not supposed to was mercilessly crushed under the full weight of the airship.
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