Felih, unfortunately, is not enjoying the new Magitek Death Claw that is carrying him around. He is the literal epitome of a scruffed cat, sulking and glaring as the claw carries him about- it's not even his. It's his teammate's, who saw fit to make it pick him up and carry him about so he wouldn't overwork himself again.
He never thought he'd be so relieved to see Nero.
"Hey! You! Nero- help! Make this thing put me down!" he protests, the cat suddenly starting to squirm when he sees a glimmer of hope. If Nero or Cid can't make Magitek bend to their wills, then no one can, he figures. And he's (un?)fortunate enough to have stumbled upon Nero.
Stepping forward a little, Nero can't help but chuckle - looking to the Miqo'te with a slight glow in his eyes.
"Try and bring it a little closer, would you? Can't hear you properly from here," Nero said - of course, he could hear clearly. No, he wanted to explore the Claw itself, see if he could manipulate it and play with it.
"I can't exactly control it-" Felih protests as he tries to wriggle and escape from the robot's grip, the hand fighting his attempts to tug it in a certain direction. "M-Move! Ugh! This dumb thing!" he groans, swiping at metal helplessly, the picture of a very disgruntled cat.
"It's not mine, it won't obey. It's my sister's," he whines, remembering how his teammate had sicced it on him.
Still, at least his writhing and his occasional, frustrated bursts of aether have made the claw stop moving.
Urgh. Now, Nero didn't like showing off his robotic parts. The skills he'd picked up from being born this way. But then again--
--what person could say they could fly under their own will? Dragoons? Please. And so, he casually lets his large red beetle-esque wings out, and hovered over. Please don't stare. P-please don't stare.
"Then it'd be listening to her commands, not yours. Not a bug, a feature. Now imagine if anybody could disable each others' magitek - that'd be quite chaotic.
Felih tilts his head curiously, intrigued at the sight of the wings, though Nero's robotic nature is not new to him at this point. He just waits, stuck as he is dangling from the magitek claw's fingers, still sulking at the fact he's being scruffed and carried about at someone else's whim.
He huffs. "It would make our job taking down the Empire much easier, that's for certain. Just disable all the magitek and then they'd be more or less helpless."
He's just grumpy because his sister got the upper hand on him. Puns.
Nero, for his part, does seem to be tinkering casually, not caring if the hand seems to be shuddering and loosening, before growing tighter again.
Eh, it'll be fine. Nero sighs to himself. "Now that'd be even harder - imagine sneaking in to modify them now. Besides, you think they're useless without them? Why, if you had to go though the drills their soldiers did, you'd think differently."
Felih huffs a little, laughing and shaking his head. "Perhaps I'm biased. I don't often have to fight their forces in hand to hand combat," he chirps a little. "But still, I think I still stand a good chance against most of them if I had to," he says, stubborn and pouting. "After all, if they can't use magic, I've got an advantage- I can keep my distance."
He sighs. "Though, I do admit, I perhaps don't have the same strength they do..." He is small, and slight- and though strong, he would never compare to those who trained specifically to hone their strength. Felih was built more for speed and agility.
He hissed and spooked at the way the claw would shudder and loosen and clench, however, wide-eyed and startled, uncomfortable and uneasy as he glanced up at the machinery jostling him about. "I-Is it supposed to be doing this?"
"...Of course it is. What, you'd want it to simply release easily, friend?" Nero answered first, smirking. It wasn't like he was making sure it messed with Felih, to see how he reacted.
But at the former, he shook his head. "Why, all my soldiers were the best of the best - unless, of course, you asked them. It wasn't my fault that I was more interested in engineers and spies, now was it?" Nero casually laid his hands on the machine - which seemed to be lowering towards the ground, gliding as casually as Nero remained on top of it.
"Sometimes, I'd like to work alongside more who use magic. It's fascinating."
Felih huffs at him, tail flicking and lashing irritably as he continued to hang by the scruff from this giant mechanical hand, jostled to and fro by its erratic movements. "Yes, that would be nice. And here I figured that someone with your skill could actually manage a smooth release," he whines and gripes, ears low as he squirms and tries to claw at the metal fingers holding onto him.
Still, he seems relieved when Nero seems to finally be getting it to lower him smoothly to the ground, and he muses, "Well, you are surrounded by plenty of us mages. You could just ask." He seems amused, looking at him curiously. "It's not as if we don't have some downtime to sate your curiosity."
Don't insult him - Nero huffs. "I didn't design this - believe it or not, I'm having to hack into this." As he talks, though, Felih is finally released - a little rougher then he may have expected. Because, of course, Nero is a butt at times.
"...Ask?" Nero then asked himself - an odd sound escaping his throat. He doesn't just ask - but trying to escape his feeling, he continued. "No, no. You heroes are quite too busy - being asked to do only the most important deeds."
The sudden, rough drop has Felih giving a small sound of alarm before he lands on his feet, before sighing and dusting himself off. Felih will sass Nero as he pleases- after all, Nero himself has plenty of sass to spare. Still, the mischief in Felih's eyes doesn't fade from the rough landing alone.
He simply goes over to him, humming, "My thanks- and besides, I'm literally right here with nothing to do. 'Tis not as if we're always off performing our mandatory heroics."
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He never thought he'd be so relieved to see Nero.
"Hey! You! Nero- help! Make this thing put me down!" he protests, the cat suddenly starting to squirm when he sees a glimmer of hope. If Nero or Cid can't make Magitek bend to their wills, then no one can, he figures. And he's (un?)fortunate enough to have stumbled upon Nero.
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"Try and bring it a little closer, would you? Can't hear you properly from here," Nero said - of course, he could hear clearly. No, he wanted to explore the Claw itself, see if he could manipulate it and play with it.
Without harming Felih too much, mind you.
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"It's not mine, it won't obey. It's my sister's," he whines, remembering how his teammate had sicced it on him.
Still, at least his writhing and his occasional, frustrated bursts of aether have made the claw stop moving.
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--what person could say they could fly under their own will? Dragoons? Please. And so, he casually lets his large red beetle-esque wings out, and hovered over.
Please don't stare. P-please don't stare."Then it'd be listening to her commands, not yours. Not a bug, a feature. Now imagine if anybody could disable each others' magitek - that'd be quite chaotic.
...That'd be fun."
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He huffs. "It would make our job taking down the Empire much easier, that's for certain. Just disable all the magitek and then they'd be more or less helpless."
He's just grumpy because his sister got the upper hand on him.
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Eh, it'll be fine. Nero sighs to himself. "Now that'd be even harder - imagine sneaking in to modify them now. Besides, you think they're useless without them? Why, if you had to go though the drills their soldiers did, you'd think differently."
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He sighs. "Though, I do admit, I perhaps don't have the same strength they do..." He is small, and slight- and though strong, he would never compare to those who trained specifically to hone their strength. Felih was built more for speed and agility.
He hissed and spooked at the way the claw would shudder and loosen and clench, however, wide-eyed and startled, uncomfortable and uneasy as he glanced up at the machinery jostling him about. "I-Is it supposed to be doing this?"
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But at the former, he shook his head. "Why, all my soldiers were the best of the best - unless, of course, you asked them. It wasn't my fault that I was more interested in engineers and spies, now was it?" Nero casually laid his hands on the machine - which seemed to be lowering towards the ground, gliding as casually as Nero remained on top of it.
"Sometimes, I'd like to work alongside more who use magic. It's fascinating."
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Still, he seems relieved when Nero seems to finally be getting it to lower him smoothly to the ground, and he muses, "Well, you are surrounded by plenty of us mages. You could just ask." He seems amused, looking at him curiously. "It's not as if we don't have some downtime to sate your curiosity."
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"...Ask?" Nero then asked himself - an odd sound escaping his throat. He doesn't just ask - but trying to escape his feeling, he continued. "No, no. You heroes are quite too busy - being asked to do only the most important deeds."
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He simply goes over to him, humming, "My thanks- and besides, I'm literally right here with nothing to do. 'Tis not as if we're always off performing our mandatory heroics."