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mooglenet_backup[Upon arriving, Rahal had been knocked out of sorts, and once he came to he still thought himself to be dreaming. He had been out on a training mission with the Iron Rams, to Garlaige Citadel. Perhaps the floor had given way? Was this some secret and long forgotten area of the Citadel, built long ago by the Ancients?
He had been in awe, until he was attacked. It was his first time to take to battle on his own in a while, but he found it remarkably easy. Perhaps his training was doing more for him than he knew. One thing he did know was that he had yet to best Rongelouts, and if he did not contact the Captain soon he would be facing a very angry moustached megalomaniac. That was dangerous for everyone's health.
But when he put his hand to his ear for his linkpearl, he found it missing. With a soft growl he nearly threw his shield in frustration. First he found he couldn't cast magic here, then he discovered his contact with the others was cut off. This day was shaping up well already.
Hearing a noise behind him, he turned to point his sword at the being following him.]
P-p-put that away, kupo! I come in peace, kupo. Peace!
[Rahal eyes the moogle warily for a moment before he frowns and lowers his blade, going as far as to sheath it for the time being.]
My apologies. Sneaking up on a Royal Knight is like to get you killed. In turn, a moogle has no place here. You should quit this place before harm comes to you.
Just doing my job, kupo! Here, these are for you, kupo.
[Rahal briefly glances down at the sky phone and the brochure, lifting a brow. Is this some new technology from Bastok that Rongelouts wishes to test on this mission? Who knew he had a friend moogle.]
You've my thanks. I can manage from here.
[The moogle hesitates for a moment before flying off, muttering something about sky people. Rahal could make heads nor tails of the brochure--he had opened it expecting to find modifications to his orders, but instead it seemed like a fairytale about another world entirely; what was the Captain thinking?--so he stuffed it into one of the pouches on his belt and looked to the sky phone.
Spending so much time with Bistillot, who loved to tinker with technology, made it easy enough for him to set up. Within moments the small knight was peering into the camera, making certain it was adjusted before he stood back.]
If you can hear me, this is Rahal S. Lebrart. I've misplaced my linkpearl, and seem to have wandered into an unknown area of the training grounds. You needn't send rescue; I'll rendezvous with the base camp as soon as I'm able. I'm not wounded, though magic seems restricted in this area.
[He pauses, putting a hand to his chin in thought.]
Captain Rongelouts, have you ever seen something like this before? In all I've read of the Ancients, I've never laid eyes on something of this sort. It's a sight to behold. Perhaps word should be sent to Jeuno to inform them of the discovery?
Should orders change, please contact me. Until then, may the Goddess watch over us all.
He had been in awe, until he was attacked. It was his first time to take to battle on his own in a while, but he found it remarkably easy. Perhaps his training was doing more for him than he knew. One thing he did know was that he had yet to best Rongelouts, and if he did not contact the Captain soon he would be facing a very angry moustached megalomaniac. That was dangerous for everyone's health.
But when he put his hand to his ear for his linkpearl, he found it missing. With a soft growl he nearly threw his shield in frustration. First he found he couldn't cast magic here, then he discovered his contact with the others was cut off. This day was shaping up well already.
Hearing a noise behind him, he turned to point his sword at the being following him.]
P-p-put that away, kupo! I come in peace, kupo. Peace!
[Rahal eyes the moogle warily for a moment before he frowns and lowers his blade, going as far as to sheath it for the time being.]
My apologies. Sneaking up on a Royal Knight is like to get you killed. In turn, a moogle has no place here. You should quit this place before harm comes to you.
Just doing my job, kupo! Here, these are for you, kupo.
[Rahal briefly glances down at the sky phone and the brochure, lifting a brow. Is this some new technology from Bastok that Rongelouts wishes to test on this mission? Who knew he had a friend moogle.]
You've my thanks. I can manage from here.
[The moogle hesitates for a moment before flying off, muttering something about sky people. Rahal could make heads nor tails of the brochure--he had opened it expecting to find modifications to his orders, but instead it seemed like a fairytale about another world entirely; what was the Captain thinking?--so he stuffed it into one of the pouches on his belt and looked to the sky phone.
Spending so much time with Bistillot, who loved to tinker with technology, made it easy enough for him to set up. Within moments the small knight was peering into the camera, making certain it was adjusted before he stood back.]
If you can hear me, this is Rahal S. Lebrart. I've misplaced my linkpearl, and seem to have wandered into an unknown area of the training grounds. You needn't send rescue; I'll rendezvous with the base camp as soon as I'm able. I'm not wounded, though magic seems restricted in this area.
[He pauses, putting a hand to his chin in thought.]
Captain Rongelouts, have you ever seen something like this before? In all I've read of the Ancients, I've never laid eyes on something of this sort. It's a sight to behold. Perhaps word should be sent to Jeuno to inform them of the discovery?
Should orders change, please contact me. Until then, may the Goddess watch over us all.
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Date: 2011-07-12 10:54 pm (UTC)I am on a training exercise run by the Iron Rams, in Garlaige Citadel. The war is over. You have led the Stags to the West to terrorize the Orcs, and I have begun my training to become a Royal Knight. Machegue is dead, Count Alphonimille was slain, and Rholont has departed on a journey of self-discovery.
Need I go on?
[1/2 - Video] oh, rahal ; ; <3
Date: 2011-07-12 10:58 pm (UTC)...is over? San d'Oria triumphed?
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Date: 2011-07-12 11:02 pm (UTC)-- Ah, Oilvert. ...Leave it to Rahal to land somewhere that requires him using an airship. gdi, bro.]
... You must listen, and you must believe my words.
This is not Quon, Mindartia, or even Vana'diel. It is a place known as Gaia -- another world. Do not let down your guard. You are in a place that could well have monsters within. Do you understand?
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Date: 2011-07-12 11:08 pm (UTC)What you are saying is impossible. Yet if that's what you'd have me believe, so be it. I've already fought a few fiends, but I am doing my best to avoid more. Magic cannot be used here, and I've only a few potions on me.
I believe I can get out unharmed, though. You needn't fret so. It's unbecoming; you look like an oaf.
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Date: 2011-07-12 11:24 pm (UTC)Aye, it appears our fortunes have been reversed. You acting the part of one well and I merely looking as one. ...I am journeying to get you. Whether you remain or not.
...You can tell me about Rholont when I arrive.
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Date: 2011-07-13 02:09 am (UTC)If that's what you wish to do, suit yourself. You'll do whatever you like no matter what I say.
I'll happily tell you about Rholont when you arrive. Cyranuce and Bistillot, as well, since it seems you've forgotten us all in your excitement to fight orcs. You have quite the one-track mind sometimes.
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Date: 2011-07-13 08:35 pm (UTC)I am not in the habit of leaving a friend to monsters. Especially when he thinks he is of the royal knights, the war is over, and that I have abandoned the kingdom for Rhozawa. Perhaps I will arrive in the evening. Your location appears to be on another continent. Stay alive until then.
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Date: 2011-07-14 05:04 am (UTC)I am of the Royal Knights. I've worked hard to earn my place among the Iron Rams, while still maintaining command of the Swiftwing Griffins. What's left of us. Bistillot has joined the Engineers, and Rholont has left. You've gone off with the Stags. Cyranuce and I are the only two left, though we've kept the base spotless in your absence.
I've a letter from Rholont on my person. When you arrive, I'll let you read it. Perhaps then you'll realize I'm speaking the truth.