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[After stopping to aid a few Lindblum guards who were wounded in battle, the Marquis made a quick detour towards the inn once a few dragons swooped down towards him. Slamming the doors once he made it inside, Ondore took a moment to catch his breath. All this running around town was a bit much for the elderly Marquis to take, but he rather not be stuck inside doing nothing during this crisis.]

Curse you, Azelas! When I actually do require your assistance, you're nowhere to be found. [Wondering why it's so difficult to hire good help these days, Ondore quickly snatched up two empty glass vials, and began working on two new potions.]

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[ Heading downstairs as quickly as he can with several bombs in tow, Rude pauses when he spots the Marquis working on potions. If he can do that with potions, then maybe he can do a decent job with bombs. Rude would rather not run out in a situation like this. ]

Can you make explosives, and if not, can you learn quickly?

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[Glancing over to the Turk for a brief second, a slight smirk settled upon Ondore's face once he realized it was Rude. He had hoped that the Turks would be still around in Lindblum, but Ondore was quite used to his prayers not being answered by Faram.] Can I? Well, there's only one way to find out isn't there?

[Waving him over, the Marquis placed the potions aside, and rolled up his sleeves.]

May I ask what the main ingredients are? Gunpowder can only get us so far, we shall need something that has a little bit more bite for these dragons.

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[ Rude brings his bombs over and names the ingredients with quick, clean efficiency. ]

Even the ones with status effects explode, so if the dragons are immune, they'll still cause damage.

[ He turns, however, and starts to head for the stairs. ]

I have everything we'll need in the room.

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[Instead of creating explosives only meant to damage the dragons, Rude wanted to create a whole series of powerful magick-laced gunpowder bombs to attack the beasts with. This tactic reminded Ondore greatly of his earlier encounter with the dragons. His potions alone are capable of a wide range of elemental, and status ailment effects that could hinder the beasts. By adding some gunpowder to these would-be potions, these bombs could be potentially lethal enough to injure some of these winged terrors.]

Very well, we shall make haste and have these bombs ready before more of these dragons come.

[Following Rude upstairs, Halim searched for the necessary ingredients and promptly got to work. Deciding he would add his own items to some of these explosives, Ondore was thankful he had a habit of collecting books revolving around potion lore.]

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Don't steal any of the plans for these.

[ It's a Turk Warning, and it's the only one Ondore will get. He seems to be making decent explosives, though, and though Rude keeps a careful eye on him as the Marquis starts to get creative, he soon relaxes enough to check on Reno's cat and her kittens.

Satisfied that they're going to be okay, he returns to the table, wondering for a minute just where his partner is. ]

... You haven't seen Reno, have you?

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[Feeling a tad creative as he worked diligently to create these explosives, Ondore spares a glance at Rude once the Turk gave him that disclaimer. It was almost as if Rude could read the crafty old Marquis' mind, at least when it comes down to these bombs. He was thinking that if these explosives managed to make a dent in the sudden silver dragon population here in Lindblum, that he should perhaps market these explosives to Regent Fabool.

However, it seems as if that idea was quickly dash by Rude.]

Oh, fine. [He let out a slightly disappointed huff.]

[Finishing about two explosives already, it was clearly evident that Halim would have to work faster to keep up with the chaos outside. Thinking that ten bombs would be good to start with, Ondore gave his full attention to Rude once he mentioned his ~~adoptive son~~good friend.]

I cannot say I have recently, but not too long ago he visited me at my estate.

[Letting out a slight sigh, Ondore took a quick break after creating the fifth bomb.]

Although, I must ask about what sort of relationship you have with Reno now. You two do seem to be quite close, yet the both of you seem distant towards each other. I have no doubt that your sudden disappearance played a role in this, but I do hope you’ve taken the time to talk with Reno since then.

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[Bursting into the room, wounds quite obvious, Reno's eyes are wide and his breathing is a little laboured.]

Rude, what the fuck is goin' on?! There's like... ten billion dragons out there!

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[ All Rude is able to get out, though he's not sure what else he would say anyway, is a quiet: ] ...I don't know. [ and a frown before Reno busts through the door. ]

The Marquis and I are making bombs. Grab a Potion, you're helping. Make sure the cats don't get out.

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[Giving Rude a slight frown once he heard his lackluster reply, Ondore was just about speak until Reno came barging into the room.] Reno, you are wounded! [Forgetting the conversation earlier, Halim offered an elixir for the young Turk.]

I cannot fathom why you’ve ventured out there in the first place. You could have been killed, Reno! These fiends are unlike any beasts I’ve ever seen before.

[The pot and the kettle, it seems Ondore forgot that he acted just as recklessly earlier.]

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[Reno uses the elixir and sits himself down at the table, already taking hold of things and helping to build the bombs.]

I didn't go out there when they came, I was already out. I wanted to clear my head durin' the night and I guess I stayed out too long.

[He wipes the blood from his nose on his sleeve, coughing a little. Yeah, he had to fight his way back.]

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Don't remember dragons being a morning hazard.

[ He's used to Reno wandering off at odd hours, though he worries about him, but staying out too long doesn't usually result in dragon-related injuries. ]

Notice any weaknesses?

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[Allowing his worries to quell now that Reno was here, Ondore continued with his feverish work. In time, they would have about ten or twelve bombs ready to be deployed, but Halim already knew they would have to create more in the near future.]

Long ago, I once believed that Lindblum was a safe and quiet kingdom to live within. How foolish I was since yet again I find myself amidst within such chaos. [Sighing softly, Halim took the liberty to answer Rude's inquiry.]

The beasts are intolerable to status ailments, but they are quite formidable adversaries. Tempered steel alone cannot thwart these fiends, and magick would be much appreciated now.

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I didn't even make a dent with my EMR, but the shocks worked. [He's working with a cigarette in his mouth, getting blood on that as well.]

They're pretty tough, and we're gonna need a shitton of bombs for this. I figure we could do some damage, but they're destroyin' the city.

Bombs'll make this worse.

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Reno, put out the cigarette. [ Idiot. ]

The size of the explosion is controlled. If they're only used in an open area or a place that's already destroyed, it won't be too bad.

[ He knows what he's doing, Reno. ]

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[Listening intently to the duo, Halim glanced towards the window once a scream outside caught his attention. Rising from the table, the Marquis snatched up one of the bombs as he made his way to the window.]

By the gods...

[This was looking bad, real bad. By now, swarms of dragons were literally parading up the street slaughtering whoever stood in their path. Wondering if the sword-maiden he met earlier still lives, Halim glanced back over towards the Turks.]

We make out stance now! The streets are infested with these hellish beasts.

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[Reno doesn't bother putting the cigarette out until he finishes the bomb he's working on, which means a few good minutes and he stubs it out on the table before flicking the end at Rude. He knows what he's doing too, Rude!]

We tossing them from the windows or we gotta go out there?

[He runs a hand through his hair nervously. This is like the monster invasion, except worse.]

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[ No questioning the explosives expert about his ~~babies~~ bombs. He gives Reno a Look at the flick before shifting to glance out the window. ]

... It's up to you, partner.

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[Glancing over to Reno once he made his way towards the window, Ondore silently asset the chaos outside. If they were to leave here now, they would have a herd of dragons swooping down upon them, but at the same that is what they want since they will be using the bombs against these foes. If they could toss three or four bombs into a cluster of bloodthirsty dragons, then they could do grave damage to these beasts.]

It would be foolhardy to rush down there, Reno. [Ondore warned with utmost honesty.]

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Could do some good if I went out there and got their attention then you guys tossed bombs out.

I'm faster than both of you, I could run. [He doesn't take no for an answer and takes one of the weaker bombs, snatching Rude's shades from his face with a smirk.]

Wish me luck, boys. [Reno heads outside and makes it around quietly until he's out in an open area. Thankfully people seem to be smart and the majority have gone inside. Tossing the bomb, it makes a nasty noisy and gains him a lot of attention from the dragons.]

NOW!! [Come on guys! He's being chased back to the inn!]

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[ Shit.

Rude very nearly goes after him, but instead he gets his head into Mission Mode and grabs the bombs, heading for the window. He can't go out there, but he'll keep his partner alive from here.

... Unless he can't, in which case... ]

If he gets into trouble, you're on your own.

[ And then he starts to throw. ]

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[Not quite believing what he just heard Reno say, Ondore actually let out a curse once the red-head made his way outside.] Is he mad!? What in the nine hells is he thinking?

[Watching in mock horror once Reno ran outside, Halim was tempted to drag the Turk back in by his ear. Instead, he watched as the buffoon used himself as live bait for the silver dragons to come near. Tossing the first bomb out of the window quickly, Ondore reached for another.]

If he gets in trouble, you will go out there and save him. Do we have an accord, Rude?

[Dammit, Reno! Stop giving trying to give the Marquis a heart attack!]

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[Running as fast as he can, Reno darts back inside, running up the stairs and to their room, composing himself just outside the door, though he's breathing a little hard.

Strolling in like nothing even happened, Reno has Rude's sunglasses on and he just smirks and closes the door behind himself, grabbing a couple bombs and tossing them out a window.]

Worked, didn't it? [Please no hitting him? Please?]

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[ Rude doesn't answer Ondore; he was fully intending on it. As Reno enters, Rude looks him over; no worse for wear, though the same probably can't be said for himself and the Marquis. Grudgingly, he nods, and throws some more bombs with maybe a bit more force than necessary. ]

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