( two for the price of one!!! as a warrior of light, he is up to date through the events of 3.5 part 2, right before the beginning of stormblood; as a perfectly ordinary adventurer, he is a student of thaumaturgy who has recently been branching out into that fancy sword magic taking ul'dah by storm, and can either be found in the desert city itself or the wider parts of thanalan, either doing odd jobs or practicing his magical and martial studies. )
[ wol-verse, because. After Omega flew off, Nero is only a little bit upset. But also still so very excited - and, so, he decided to invite Robyn out for drinks.
...Plus, honestly, Nero is sure he could use something after all that. Empathy is slowly growing within him - even as an automation who ran away. Very slowly, it builds. But, he's giving a shake of his head. ]
[ honestly, the fact that robyn is here at all with nero is no small wonder. some internal part of him had been tightly coiled with anxiety, with the fear that this gambit wouldn't work at all, that he would ultimately have to set out once again to put down that primal himself, or worse, that he'd have to deal with omega instead...
but, then — he didn't. and once that coil had spun itself loose, exhaustion quickly filled in the space left behind.
of course, he doesn't have it in him to turn down an invitation, particularly not one meant for celebration, and particularly not one coming from nero tol scaeva. still, if he comes off a bit listless... well, that's one of the reasons why. ]
Yes, it— it really was, wasn't it...
[ not that he'd seen much, holed up as they were in that allagan lab, but the sight of a clear sky over baelsar's wall was enough to at least bring him some relief, if nothing else. ]
[ Nero wished he could have seen more. Could have examined, could have watched. He's felt a connection to Omega - a connection which bothers him. But, really, he couldn't bring that up.
He was too proud to admit it.
Or to admit he never understood what it meant to rest, what he should be doing after all of... well. What he was meant to do. Honestly, this was him trying.
Barely any of this came though, even as his eyes flickered - moving to put an arm around Robyn. ]
Let's just hope Omega's taking a big long nap, wherever they've gone. For when I find them again... there's going to be a lot more fun. Why, I'm considering how I'm going to find 'em.
[ he is rambling, but he's beaming. why he's not caring his glimmering wings are showing. (he'll be placing his awkward cloak over them again later. over his shame.) ]
[ robyn makes a surprised noise when nero puts his arm around him, but he doesn't protest or try to move away. the last thing he wants to do is spoil the mood, after all...! ]
Well, ah... If Omega hasn't gone back to sleep, then... I can't imagine it would be long before we found out, would it?
[ before he found out, anyway, given that he's still pretty sure he's on the shortlist of people who are going to have to go deal with it. hells, he probably is the list. ]
[Oh hey, another Allagan creation perfectly ordinary adventurer! Who also spends quite a bit of time in Thanalan! What a wonderful coincidence, even if neither is likely to notice...]
Excuse me? Are you alright?
[For Highbridge had only just survived an assault from an absolutely ridiculous number of Qiqirn, and tending to the wounded was a far greater priority than asking the wounded very personal questions. The lavender-haired young woman in sandy robes holds her staff before her and leans in the slightest bit towards Robyn, quite concerned. But she's not sure that he needs her assistance... and thus, the question.]
[ robyn had sat himself down on a bench and let his eyes close for just a moment... well, maybe not just a moment, because really, in the calm that followed the battle, he might well have dozed off then and there. but then there's a new person in his space, and he snaps back to full alertness with a start. ]
Ah—! [ it takes him a second to remember what words mean. ] Oh— N-No, I'm fine. I, er, I wasn't injured...
[ somehow. sure, he was drained of just about every bit of what little energy he had, but other than he was perfectly fine. physically. ]
[His little exclamation is startling enough to make her lean the slightest bit back.]
Oh! Just tired?
[Curative spells aren't the only sort of help she can provide, however. And she is very intent on providing some form of assistance. She reaches into her bags, fishing briefly until she produces both a waterskin and small cup.]
Something to drink, then? It's important to drink lots, out here!
[A lesson she had learned the hard way, once upon a time.]
[Oooh! I have an idea for him as an ordinary adventurer. Let me know if this is okay!]
Felih did have a soft spot for fellow adventurers. Of course, he'd always be more fond of arcanists due to his own silly bias for the art, but there's still that small bit of hope and pride that comes with seeing others come into their own, find their place, their skill. He'll help out when he can, and he oft gets sidetracked just trying to help other adventurers train or find their way.
It's when he finds a Paladin training that he pauses in his path, veering off the road to observe a few moments, before calling out- "Oi, you shouldn't push back so hard with the shield." With ears up, he trots over to the other man, curious as ever. "Well, unless your shield is definitely made of tough stuff, but..." He can never be sure what materials a shield has been forged with. "You never know how your shield will hold up against an opponent's weapons- or how long."
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...Plus, honestly, Nero is sure he could use something after all that. Empathy is slowly growing within him - even as an automation who ran away. Very slowly, it builds. But, he's giving a shake of his head. ]
--That was quite the sight, wasn't it?
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but, then — he didn't. and once that coil had spun itself loose, exhaustion quickly filled in the space left behind.
of course, he doesn't have it in him to turn down an invitation, particularly not one meant for celebration, and particularly not one coming from nero tol scaeva. still, if he comes off a bit listless... well, that's one of the reasons why. ]
Yes, it— it really was, wasn't it...
[ not that he'd seen much, holed up as they were in that allagan lab, but the sight of a clear sky over baelsar's wall was enough to at least bring him some relief, if nothing else. ]
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He was too proud to admit it.
Or to admit he never understood what it meant to rest, what he should be doing after all of... well. What he was meant to do. Honestly, this was him trying.
Barely any of this came though, even as his eyes flickered - moving to put an arm around Robyn. ]
Let's just hope Omega's taking a big long nap, wherever they've gone. For when I find them again... there's going to be a lot more fun. Why, I'm considering how I'm going to find 'em.
[ he is rambling, but he's beaming. why he's not caring his glimmering wings are showing. (he'll be placing his awkward cloak over them again later. over his shame.) ]
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Well, ah... If Omega hasn't gone back to sleep, then... I can't imagine it would be long before we found out, would it?
[ before he found out, anyway, given that he's still pretty sure he's on the shortlist of people who are going to have to go deal with it. hells, he probably is the list. ]
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[ Nero says, but he does let go. Mostly because he's beginning to frown, his lips shifting. ]
It's a pity. Do you think it'll fall as easily as Ultima? Answers vanishing, just like that?
[ ...? ]
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Allagan creationperfectly ordinary adventurer! Who also spends quite a bit of time in Thanalan! What a wonderful coincidence, even if neither is likely to notice...]Excuse me? Are you alright?
[For Highbridge had only just survived an assault from an absolutely ridiculous number of Qiqirn, and tending to the wounded was a far greater priority than asking the wounded very personal questions. The lavender-haired young woman in sandy robes holds her staff before her and leans in the slightest bit towards Robyn, quite concerned. But she's not sure that he needs her assistance... and thus, the question.]
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Ah—! [ it takes him a second to remember what words mean. ] Oh— N-No, I'm fine. I, er, I wasn't injured...
[ somehow. sure, he was drained of just about every bit of what little energy he had, but other than he was perfectly fine. physically. ]
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Oh! Just tired?
[Curative spells aren't the only sort of help she can provide, however. And she is very intent on providing some form of assistance. She reaches into her bags, fishing briefly until she produces both a waterskin and small cup.]
Something to drink, then? It's important to drink lots, out here!
[A lesson she had learned the hard way, once upon a time.]
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Felih did have a soft spot for fellow adventurers. Of course, he'd always be more fond of arcanists due to his own silly bias for the art, but there's still that small bit of hope and pride that comes with seeing others come into their own, find their place, their skill. He'll help out when he can, and he oft gets sidetracked just trying to help other adventurers train or find their way.
It's when he finds a Paladin training that he pauses in his path, veering off the road to observe a few moments, before calling out- "Oi, you shouldn't push back so hard with the shield." With ears up, he trots over to the other man, curious as ever. "Well, unless your shield is definitely made of tough stuff, but..." He can never be sure what materials a shield has been forged with. "You never know how your shield will hold up against an opponent's weapons- or how long."