"I see... So the change did have its consequences. Was that why...?", as Frhanz referred back to what Kage had said of his family. He careful took the potion back that would be used shortly.
Turning his attention the man, he concocted a simple glamour dispel ointment and asked the man to apply it. "You really think this is a good idea, given everything?" The Unnamed Mercenary may not have known his personal life, but how could he not know what the Garlean Empire had done? If he walked around any part  of Eorzea with a Garlean third eye visible, he'd most likely be killed on sight. "It is a must. The less foreign spells, the better likelihood of this working." Frhanz gave a forced chuckle. "What's with Ul'Dah and aether-related problems? It seems like just a moon ago I was attempting something of the same nature..." The extraction from Gharen had been a close encounter, and a risky, but at least documented ailment. Frhanz was working on instinct here. There wasn't an easy to naturally disperse aether of this quantity.
Frhanz was going to have to link the man with the aethernet in Ul'Dah, in hopes that the extra aether would spread over pathways unseen. But to do this, he was going to have to concentrate most of the aether being released from the man into something more....usable.
As he was finishing up the prepwork for what he -hoped- would do the job, he took the potion and diluted it with some other solutions to make a salve. "Ser, I'll need you to apply as much of this as possible to your body. Just...don't get any in your eyes. That would probably be quite painful. Once that is done, we can try to do something about your....condition".
--
As he applied whatever it was the elezen had given him, he could feel a distinct burning on his skin. When he asked what it was for, all he'd was received was "it will help contain the aether -babble- -babble- blocking -babble- and that's why you should just put it on". "I have to guess the burn means it's working?". Much to his surprise, it did seem to a positive effect, as his headache lightened, and the nausea went away. Able to walk on his own for at least this moment, he walked over to where Frhanz was hastily fashioning some weird device he'd naturally never seen before. "What is that supposed to do?"
The only words he could make out sounded like "aetherial redirection". "Um... Mr. Frhanz, I don't like the sound of that..." He couldn't help but be polite back. The elezen had, while otherwise attempting to bore him to death, made things a lot better. The Unnamed Mercenary still had to have some pride and class.
Taking a small break from the device, Frhanz looked up. "Oh this? Nothing too much to worry about. Like I said -babble- ...so that's why you need to wear it." Frhanz stood up, staring directly at the Garlean third eye. "Kage may not be so happy, but I do hope you live through this. There are so many questions." Frhanz seemed to almost be enjoying himself at this point, which made the Unnamed Mercenary feel uneasy. There was something about the way he said those words that made him feel uneasy. He wasn't sure if it was from the words themselves or the accent. It was similar to..."her".
"Now then, have you used the aethernet here in Ul'Dah before, Mr.... Gods! I can't keep saying 'ser' anymore. Please give me something to work with!" The Unnamed Mercenary had a confused expression. "THAT'S what bothering you the most? Hells, Eorzeans are weird.... Just use 'Merc' or something." He mumbled, "...as long as it's not bloody 'porkchop'." "And uhh...no. Travel over the aether has um...been bad." In a quieter voice, as if embarrassed, "I....got stuck." "Oh, that won't be an issue at all. That's what this is for, I thought I explained that already!" Frhanz pointed to the device, now assembled. "This is going to help redirect your teleport. Have you been to the Aetherite Plaza? Just focus on getting there." If all would go well, Frhanz would be able to flush out the aether.Â
As he held onto the device, Merc walked to the nearest aethernet shard. The salve he had put on earlier was starting to wear off and his headache was coming back. "Are you sure this is going to work?" He called out to Frhanz. "Of course it will!" He put his hand onto the crystal and thought of the destination. "Just to the plaza. Only a few malms away". As he felt the aetherial gate open, he could feel the sickening feeling of the aether moving around him. He entered.
--
No sooner had the man begun the teleport did Frhanz say "in theory". Only Kage could have heard. "Now we wait", as Frhanz turned to Kage. "Did this man really cause you pain? Perhaps it is my own naivety, but he doesn't seem malicious at all. Confused? Yes. Will you join me at the Plaza for his return?"
Turning his attention the man, he concocted a simple glamour dispel ointment and asked the man to apply it. "You really think this is a good idea, given everything?" The Unnamed Mercenary may not have known his personal life, but how could he not know what the Garlean Empire had done? If he walked around any part  of Eorzea with a Garlean third eye visible, he'd most likely be killed on sight. "It is a must. The less foreign spells, the better likelihood of this working." Frhanz gave a forced chuckle. "What's with Ul'Dah and aether-related problems? It seems like just a moon ago I was attempting something of the same nature..." The extraction from Gharen had been a close encounter, and a risky, but at least documented ailment. Frhanz was working on instinct here. There wasn't an easy to naturally disperse aether of this quantity.
Frhanz was going to have to link the man with the aethernet in Ul'Dah, in hopes that the extra aether would spread over pathways unseen. But to do this, he was going to have to concentrate most of the aether being released from the man into something more....usable.
As he was finishing up the prepwork for what he -hoped- would do the job, he took the potion and diluted it with some other solutions to make a salve. "Ser, I'll need you to apply as much of this as possible to your body. Just...don't get any in your eyes. That would probably be quite painful. Once that is done, we can try to do something about your....condition".
--
As he applied whatever it was the elezen had given him, he could feel a distinct burning on his skin. When he asked what it was for, all he'd was received was "it will help contain the aether -babble- -babble- blocking -babble- and that's why you should just put it on". "I have to guess the burn means it's working?". Much to his surprise, it did seem to a positive effect, as his headache lightened, and the nausea went away. Able to walk on his own for at least this moment, he walked over to where Frhanz was hastily fashioning some weird device he'd naturally never seen before. "What is that supposed to do?"
The only words he could make out sounded like "aetherial redirection". "Um... Mr. Frhanz, I don't like the sound of that..." He couldn't help but be polite back. The elezen had, while otherwise attempting to bore him to death, made things a lot better. The Unnamed Mercenary still had to have some pride and class.
Taking a small break from the device, Frhanz looked up. "Oh this? Nothing too much to worry about. Like I said -babble- ...so that's why you need to wear it." Frhanz stood up, staring directly at the Garlean third eye. "Kage may not be so happy, but I do hope you live through this. There are so many questions." Frhanz seemed to almost be enjoying himself at this point, which made the Unnamed Mercenary feel uneasy. There was something about the way he said those words that made him feel uneasy. He wasn't sure if it was from the words themselves or the accent. It was similar to..."her".
"Now then, have you used the aethernet here in Ul'Dah before, Mr.... Gods! I can't keep saying 'ser' anymore. Please give me something to work with!" The Unnamed Mercenary had a confused expression. "THAT'S what bothering you the most? Hells, Eorzeans are weird.... Just use 'Merc' or something." He mumbled, "...as long as it's not bloody 'porkchop'." "And uhh...no. Travel over the aether has um...been bad." In a quieter voice, as if embarrassed, "I....got stuck." "Oh, that won't be an issue at all. That's what this is for, I thought I explained that already!" Frhanz pointed to the device, now assembled. "This is going to help redirect your teleport. Have you been to the Aetherite Plaza? Just focus on getting there." If all would go well, Frhanz would be able to flush out the aether.Â
As he held onto the device, Merc walked to the nearest aethernet shard. The salve he had put on earlier was starting to wear off and his headache was coming back. "Are you sure this is going to work?" He called out to Frhanz. "Of course it will!" He put his hand onto the crystal and thought of the destination. "Just to the plaza. Only a few malms away". As he felt the aetherial gate open, he could feel the sickening feeling of the aether moving around him. He entered.
--
No sooner had the man begun the teleport did Frhanz say "in theory". Only Kage could have heard. "Now we wait", as Frhanz turned to Kage. "Did this man really cause you pain? Perhaps it is my own naivety, but he doesn't seem malicious at all. Confused? Yes. Will you join me at the Plaza for his return?"
