Hello, Mr. Stark. You are correct that I am friends with Era although 'witch' is not a term I would use to refer to her. I at least will advise to try and avoid using it when in her company. Magic-wielder is a good alternative. Scholar might be one that she will also respond to especially well.
I don't have the same range of skills that Era has but I am versed in the ways of the Gladiator.
I'M REFINING TECHNOLOGY THAT CAN CONVERT VARIOUS FORMS OF ENERGY INTO OTHER USABLE FORMATS. I WAS WONDERING IF YOU MIGHT HELP ME TEST IT OUT. ALTHOUGH IT SOUNDS LIKE WHAT YOU DO IS MAINLY PUNCHING AND CHOPPING. MUSCLE-POWERED WEAPONS. CORRECT?
What variety of forms are you testing? Eudio and Xistentia both are the first realms that I have heard of being able to convert intimacy into a form of useable energy so I suppose it's plausible that others could be as well.
You are correct, yes. I am a Disciple of War and we are more attuned to the physical aspects of fighting. There is some manipulation of our aether that isn't muscle-powered though it more to bolster our defense and attack beyond ordinary means.
Aether is the word used to define the energy found throughout our world of Hydaelyn. It is the source of both our world's magic and life. Disruptions in its flow are indicative of catastrophic events, evidenced by the Umbral Eras of the past.
I can go into more depth but it might be easier to discuss such a matter in person.
Tony is familiar with the concept. Less so with the practice, but thanks to his supergenius levels of IQ, it's not hard to figure out. When Aymeric arrives, he finds a rather classy-looking lab area set up, orderly, stylish in a industrial masculine kind of way, lots of black borders painted on things, exposed brick, steel furniture. There's a short human stepping up to him.
Then semi-obviously changing his mind before he gets as close as normal conversational proximity would recommend. AYMERIC YOU'RE SO TOL. He doesn't want to hurt his neck.]
[ It feels reminiscent of the Allagan technology found in Azys Lla that Era had told him about. While he hasn't personally yet seen the remnants of the ancient civilization, he has enough of an idea to make the comparison.
He trusts that Tony's intention behind his technology are more altruistic than the Allagan Empire, however, and it puts him a little more at ease than he otherwise might be considering the current situation with Omega in their realm.
Aymeric might look a little out of place with the flares of silver metal on his armor in contrast to the sleek tech around him; his azure sword Naegling hangs at his side just out from habit for outings. Hydaelan isn't the most welcoming place outside of sanctuaries, alright. ]
Thank you, ser, [ he says, a smile playing at his lips at the... compliment. He's going to take it as a compliment, anyway. ] A common trait among Elezen. So is the stature. I hope that it isn't too imposing.
Nobody feels imposed upon, [Tony reassures him, dryly. God. How tall is this guy compared to Thor? Ludicrous giants. But Tony doesn't think the thought with any particular spite. It is what it is. You get used to it, us somewhat-taller-than-average human beings.] Nobody's saying they're imposed upon. But you're welcome. Feel free to keep the sword.
[That's fine. This space is as much his personal arsenal as his workshop, after all. He gets it. This may not be Hydaelan, but it is the middle of an interdimensional warzone.]
I have some decaf here for you. [Tony leads the way. Of course he also has coffee machines, but there's at least one tea pot, and a couple different herbal options. He taps the lid of one porcelain jar to indicate the option with less caffeine.] And this is Earl Grey. Pretty standard. There was some kind of a green tea situation on offer, but I met a woman who really needed for a magic potion, or something, [de-ageing cream but whatever,] so I bartered it. Sorry.
[ It's been an adjustment to make for a lot, which is the only reason he mentioned it. Aymeric himself isn't used to his height being so deviant from the norm; in fact, he wasn't even that tall for an Elezen. Average, maybe. Haurchefant had stood a good few ilms taller than the Lord Commander.
The likeness of the man that is Aymeric's daemon doesn't have quite as much a presence. He has already taken to exploring the labratory though. The wind-up walks across a counter on tiny, tinny feet and pokes things with his sword cautiously. Something tips over, clattering to the floor and his shield comes up pre-emptively before he's peering over it to see what he'd accidentally knocked off. ]
No apologies necessary, [ is all Aymeric says about the tea situation. ]
Earl Grey is a fine choice by me. It might be asking too much, however- You wouldn't happen to have any birch syrup to go with it?
['Ilms.' 'Birch syrup.' Aymeric, what eve is your world? Tony's mouth quirks with some difficult facsimile of restraint within his facial hairs.]
I think there's alien tree syrup right here. That might have been squeezed out of tiny, hairy insects in striped pajamas, [he says. He indicates the honeypot, then turns away, leaving Aymeric to doctor his choice of boiled herbs how he likes. Likely unsurprisingly, Tony Stark does not Get It. But he doesn't have to get it. He's friends with a lot of people that he doesn't get.]
Behold.
[Across the floor, quite a few feet from the refreshment stand, there's a rather large contraption-- nearly like a cage. Or a giant hamsterball. It wouldn't contain most people inside of it though, the metal spars of the outside wide apart enough to step in and out unimpeded. Tony slips in, and activates the central console, which comes out of the floor like a tiny pedestal.] Say. What's the biggest thing you've ever taken down with your Elezen powers?
[ Alien... tree syrup... Aymeric is polite enough that he doesn't squint, but- Has Tony never heard of a birch tree? He thought those were common on earth. Is he from earth? He seems to recall, maybe, that being the case. All these Hyurs (humans, Era has to remind him) tend to blend together. It's still so strange that they're the common race in this place. Or, at least, a lot of them look like Hyurs even if they aren't mortal. ]
Thank you, ser, [ is all he actually says. ] Hopefully there's no leftover fuzz. [ Never let it be said he doesn't have at least a mild sense of humor. Perhaps not the level of sass Tony is used to, of course, but still enough to hold his own. ]
A Dravanian. I believe most people here refer to them as dragons. [ The most casual sip of tea to follow that statement. He steps closer to the aforementioned contraption with curiosity. Is tea allowed in this space? It is now. ] Molboros are also rather large but decidely less sturdy.
[Tony remains as glibe about his discrimination against birch syrup as anything. It's probably one of the less offensive things he's ever done in his wealthy rich white playboy life. And he'd much sooner worry about tinkering with his machine, as is obvious as he fiddles with the control panel when it finally locks into place. It's at a comfortable altitude for him, but no doubt when the Elezen gets here he may have to
stoop a little. Just don't mention that to him thanks, Aymeric. In the meantime, the fuzz comment gets a grin. How very charming!! when elite class nobility equivalents that secretly have messed up daddy issues try to get along with one another.]
Dravanian, [he repeats.] Molboro, going to assume that's not a rugged guy in Stetson riding a dusty brown horse. How fine is your control and precision with the force issued? Could you crack an egg a foot away and leave the rest of the room unharmed?
[ Aymeric does bend down just a little bit. It's not unlike a graceful giraffe trying to avoid a low-hanging branch. While it'd taken some adjustment at first, he's since grown used to Xistentia not accomodating for people his stature very often. The nobleman is nothing if not adaptable, which makes it that much more ironic his people are known for being cemented in strong tradition.
Aymeric fucked that all up too but- There's other matters at hand to discuss. ] It's actually a great tentacled beast with horrible breath. One whiff of it causes paralysis, confusion, sluggishness-Among other ailments. [ Just another day in Eorzea, bro. ]
If I don't use an ability that has an area of effect, aye. Nothing but the egg would suffer for any attack.
[Tony's eyebrows climb up on his head. He is duly impressed. It's a little like talking to Thor about Asgardian zoology. So many creatures, most of them horrifying by standards of Earth, but then again, humans are easily horrified by beasts of their own world as well.] Good to know, [he says.] If you'll step right up.
Here's your egg. [He pats the small, hand-sized panel that was projected out of the floor.] If you can just give a... well let's call it, medium-sized burst of effort right here. See if the conversion hardware and algorithm are working right. Then we'll amp it up and start pushing closer to the threshold limits. [He glances up at the skyscraper height of Aymeric's head near the ceiling of the bubble, and decides not to comment!! like the shorty he is.]
So maybe not Molboro levels of 'take it out' just yet, [he requests.] Couple steps down from that. Appreciate it.
Medium-sized, [ he echoes, assessing the panel carefully. Without another word, he takes a couple of careful steps back. Then! The Elezen unsheathes the azure blade at his hip in a fluid motion and points it towards the target. There's a certain grace to his movements; he's not quite polished as a Paladin yet but he'll get there in time and with Era's expertise tutilage.
He does the simplest, yet one of the more potent attacks, in a gladiator's skillset. Fast Blade. It is swift, too. In the blink of an eye, he's swiped and struck the panel with ease. It somehow miraculously doesn't actually slice anything in half. Nothing so dramatic. Still, it had an effect and he'll leave Tony to read it. ]
I hope that will suffice, ser, [ he finally speaks, still holding the hilt of his weapon but lowering it in a more passive stance. ]
[And right on cue, the machinery in the workshop goes wildly beepbeepbeep!
Deetdeet. Bipbipbip. Readings off the charts, but fortunately, not so far off the charts as to actually break the charts or anything concerning of that nature. Tony immediately begins scurrying through, raising a monitor just outside the 'cage' to examine it. Bars and translucent lines flowing left and right across the screen.
A few presses of his fingers, and then the panel under Aymeric's hand lights up again. Energy flows visibly up the bars, filling the cage with a low, melodic thrum. And in a moment
it starts singing.
Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want So tell me what you want, what you really, really want.
Subwoofer quality audio. And the biggest grin starts to spread across Tony's face.] By Jove, [he says.] It works. Ten bags of tea for you, and let's take it again from the top.
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HELLO, TALL ELEZEN. I RECALL, YOU'RE THE ONE WITH THE TINY WITCH FRIEND.
I'VE BEEN WONDERING, DO YOU HAVE MAGIC YOURSELF?
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You are correct that I am friends with Era although 'witch' is not a term I would use to refer to her. I at least will advise to try and avoid using it when in her company.
Magic-wielder is a good alternative. Scholar might be one that she will also respond to especially well.
I don't have the same range of skills that Era has but I am versed in the ways of the Gladiator.
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ALTHOUGH IT SOUNDS LIKE WHAT YOU DO IS MAINLY PUNCHING AND CHOPPING. MUSCLE-POWERED WEAPONS. CORRECT?
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Eudio and Xistentia both are the first realms that I have heard of being able to convert intimacy into a form of useable energy so I suppose it's plausible that others could be as well.
You are correct, yes. I am a Disciple of War and we are more attuned to the physical aspects of fighting.
There is some manipulation of our aether that isn't muscle-powered though it more to bolster our defense and attack beyond ordinary means.
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SOME KIND OF GLOWY FLASHY ENERGY DISPENSION THING THAT CAUSES IMPACT, PERHAPS?
in which pudding googles 'the fuck is aether anyway' for this tag
I can go into more depth but it might be easier to discuss such a matter in person.
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DO YOU DO COFFEE?
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I prefer tea.
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not personally acquainted.
I look forward to it, Mr. Stark.
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Tony is familiar with the concept. Less so with the practice, but thanks to his supergenius levels of IQ, it's not hard to figure out. When Aymeric arrives, he finds a rather classy-looking lab area set up, orderly, stylish in a industrial masculine kind of way, lots of black borders painted on things, exposed brick, steel furniture. There's a
shorthuman stepping up to him.Then semi-obviously changing his mind before he gets as close as normal conversational proximity would recommend. AYMERIC YOU'RE SO TOL. He doesn't want to hurt his neck.]
You must be Aymeric. Big fan of the-- ears.
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He trusts that Tony's intention behind his technology are more altruistic than the Allagan Empire, however, and it puts him a little more at ease than he otherwise might be considering the current situation with Omega in their realm.
Aymeric might look a little out of place with the flares of silver metal on his armor in contrast to the sleek tech around him; his azure sword Naegling hangs at his side just out from habit for outings. Hydaelan isn't the most welcoming place outside of sanctuaries, alright. ]
Thank you, ser, [ he says, a smile playing at his lips at the... compliment. He's going to take it as a compliment, anyway. ] A common trait among Elezen. So is the stature. I hope that it isn't too imposing.
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[That's fine. This space is as much his personal arsenal as his workshop, after all. He gets it. This may not be Hydaelan, but it is the middle of an interdimensional warzone.]
I have some decaf here for you. [Tony leads the way. Of course he also has coffee machines, but there's at least one tea pot, and a couple different herbal options. He taps the lid of one porcelain jar to indicate the option with less caffeine.] And this is Earl Grey. Pretty standard. There was some kind of a green tea situation on offer, but I met a woman who really needed for a magic potion, or something, [de-ageing cream but whatever,] so I bartered it. Sorry.
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The likeness of the man that is Aymeric's daemon doesn't have quite as much a presence. He has already taken to exploring the labratory though. The wind-up walks across a counter on tiny, tinny feet and pokes things with his sword cautiously. Something tips over, clattering to the floor and his shield comes up pre-emptively before he's peering over it to see what he'd accidentally knocked off. ]
No apologies necessary, [ is all Aymeric says about the tea situation. ]
Earl Grey is a fine choice by me. It might be asking too much, however- You wouldn't happen to have any birch syrup to go with it?
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I think there's alien tree syrup right here. That might have been squeezed out of tiny, hairy insects in striped pajamas, [he says. He indicates the honeypot, then turns away, leaving Aymeric to doctor his choice of boiled herbs how he likes. Likely unsurprisingly, Tony Stark does not Get It. But he doesn't have to get it. He's friends with a lot of people that he doesn't get.]
Behold.
[Across the floor, quite a few feet from the refreshment stand, there's a rather large contraption-- nearly like a cage. Or a giant hamsterball. It wouldn't contain most people inside of it though, the metal spars of the outside wide apart enough to step in and out unimpeded. Tony slips in, and activates the central console, which comes out of the floor like a tiny pedestal.] Say. What's the biggest thing you've ever taken down with your Elezen powers?
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Thank you, ser, [ is all he actually says. ] Hopefully there's no leftover fuzz. [ Never let it be said he doesn't have at least a mild sense of humor. Perhaps not the level of sass Tony is used to, of course, but still enough to hold his own. ]
A Dravanian. I believe most people here refer to them as dragons. [ The most casual sip of tea to follow that statement. He steps closer to the aforementioned contraption with curiosity. Is tea allowed in this space? It is now. ] Molboros are also rather large but decidely less sturdy.
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stoop a little. Just don't mention that to him thanks, Aymeric. In the meantime, the fuzz comment gets a grin. How very charming!! when elite class nobility equivalents that secretly have messed up daddy issues try to get along with one another.]
Dravanian, [he repeats.] Molboro, going to assume that's not a rugged guy in Stetson riding a dusty brown horse. How fine is your control and precision with the force issued? Could you crack an egg a foot away and leave the rest of the room unharmed?
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Aymeric fucked that all up too but- There's other matters at hand to discuss. ] It's actually a great tentacled beast with horrible breath. One whiff of it causes paralysis, confusion, sluggishness-Among other ailments. [ Just another day in Eorzea, bro. ]
If I don't use an ability that has an area of effect, aye. Nothing but the egg would suffer for any attack.
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Here's your egg. [He pats the small, hand-sized panel that was projected out of the floor.] If you can just give a... well let's call it, medium-sized burst of effort right here. See if the conversion hardware and algorithm are working right. Then we'll amp it up and start pushing closer to the threshold limits. [He glances up at the skyscraper height of Aymeric's head near the ceiling of the bubble, and decides not to comment!! like the shorty he is.]
So maybe not Molboro levels of 'take it out' just yet, [he requests.] Couple steps down from that. Appreciate it.
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He does the simplest, yet one of the more potent attacks, in a gladiator's skillset. Fast Blade. It is swift, too. In the blink of an eye, he's swiped and struck the panel with ease. It somehow miraculously doesn't actually slice anything in half. Nothing so dramatic. Still, it had an effect and he'll leave Tony to read it. ]
I hope that will suffice, ser, [ he finally speaks, still holding the hilt of his weapon but lowering it in a more passive stance. ]
fading this one if that is ok <3
Deetdeet. Bipbipbip. Readings off the charts, but fortunately, not so far off the charts as to actually break the charts or anything concerning of that nature. Tony immediately begins scurrying through, raising a monitor just outside the 'cage' to examine it. Bars and translucent lines flowing left and right across the screen.
A few presses of his fingers, and then the panel under Aymeric's hand lights up again. Energy flows visibly up the bars, filling the cage with a low, melodic thrum. And in a moment
it starts singing.Subwoofer quality audio. And the biggest grin starts to spread across Tony's face.] By Jove, [he says.] It works. Ten bags of tea for you, and let's take it again from the top.