a cranky, paranoid, ill tempered Cid appears!

[garlond]

Let me get this right.

You birth me out of being enabled and expect me to go along with being picked up by a dragon while, by the way, some Eikon "god" of all of the dragons is currently razing the Eorzean alliance, all of the Grand Companies, and the entirety of the VIIth Legion and their entire Magitek fleet as if it's as simple as taking a-

[Hands, meet temples. Rubrub, rubrub. Better? Hell no.
WHAT IS THIS, MUN.]

I tell you this. You've got the rights to where I go or I don't go, but for the love of the seven- or twelve- or whatever they want to believe in; I'm an engineer. That's it. I know Magitek, I know Ceruleum. Airship engines, most engines, weaponry. I don't know about Eikons or nature or dragons or whatever Hell you have planned for me. It's not happening. Find someone else. If I don't get instantly cremated out there like everyone else, I've got work to do so leave me to it, woman.

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[elderseedseer]

[This would be Kan-E trying to mask a tiny smile by hiding her mouth behind her hand. Only once she subdues the urge to giggle slightly and she can feign sobriety does she bother speaking. His crankiness is just so amusing.]

No one would argue that your work is indeed most important.

[garlond]

[All swearing goes right out of the window. He knows the padjal is probably older than he is, but he just can't explode into a torrent of nasty words in front of her. So. He merely clenches a fist and strikes the nearest thing. Hard. ]

I'd rather it be me than the black wolf. This way, he won't set foot in the havens.

[elderseedseer]

[Well that's a way to turn the conversation serious straight away, isn't it?]

Indeed. It appears the decision is made based on mercy, then. In truth, your coming will be a most needed boon. The descent of Dalmund is stayed in these lands. There is hope we might yet find how this is accomplished and bear this information home.

[garlond]

[HE IS ALWAYS SERIOUS.
Aside from when he's with player character but forced bromance is always go with player characters.]

It's not her mercy. She's got no problem with sending either of us to be the token imperial your wood will no doubt despise and attempt to turn into an extra-meaty variety of fertilizer.
... Wait, It's stopped?!

[He turns thoughtful. Maybe it was as he suspected all along, Darnus himself was the catalyst... But Kan-E, have a snort.]

I'll start work on automated carriers made out of leaves and grass held together with my own spit immediately. ...Sorry. It isn't as if that land is ripe with ores or miners capable of extracting them, Seedseer, much less any discernible power source.

[elderseedseer]

Ah but I have the utmost faith in your abiliites and ingenuity. We could not allow such gifts to be reduced to nourishing the soil of the forest.

[Honestly, your testiness is rather charming and it's tempting to pinch your cheeks, young one.]