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1st 🐉 Video; UN: Estibien (it's hard to type with gloves)

[Never has Estinien found himself a fan of machines, mistrusting them greatly the more they resembled something that could think. Someone might call him a Luddite, and that someone would be right. However, even he knows he cannot go completely without using it in this world, though he would utterly strive to. He knows the benefits these strange machines offer, even if those benefits are ones he rarely seeks.

However, in this case...he cannot deny the necessity of such widespread communication. As the feed clicks on, the viewers are greeted with a man of long, shaggy, white hair. His unkempt bangs more or less covering his dark eyes, while the rest of it frames his long and pointed features. From either side of his head are pointed ears which would label him to most as an elf. He would correct them that he is an Elezen.

Also, the backdrop behind him is that of the sky, like he might be somewhere pretty high up. He is, actually, he's on the tallest building he could find in Heropa, because that's just...what he does.

His is an expression of forced stoicism, with the tinges of uncertainty and discomfort. He's never been a social person, and as stated previously, never one for machines such as these. This entire situation is utterly uncomfortable. As he speaks, his is a voice both low and gruff, with a bit of an underlying growl to it.]

...I seek an armorer.

[That's a good start...]

One that may yet be familiar with with dragon-blessed armor. 'Tis from ancient times, one forged through dragon's flame. 'Tis not a job for a novice—eagerness does not beget skill.

[Oh wait, he's forgotten something important, hasn't he? Like his name, perhaps?]

I will await your response.

[Oh nope, he's leaving it at that.]

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How lucky for you, then, Dragoon, that there are certainly options here. There's a forgemaster in Nonah...

[There are the sounds of eating... something coming through the microphone. He swallows.]

Where did our generous captors drop you off?

[Being called out on being a dragoon catches his attention. Yes, he mentioned dragon-blessed armor, but most are fairly unfamiliar with his world. Let alone those who would name him a dragoon.

He narrows his eyes in scrutiny. And not just because of the chewing coming through.]

Heropa.

[But a forgemaster in Nonah. He will need to find his way to this city, and to this man it seems.]

Heropa... Well. The government issued housing should be fairly close to the teleporter. Just go there and hop right through. Easy.

[Except for when you disappear sometimes. It's fine. That's fine.]

Handsome fellow that you are, be careful not to get mobbed by adoring fans on the other side. Nonah is a bigger city.

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[Yeah, he doesn't like any of that. The mention of a teleporter, or this man calling him handsome. Honestly, not being able to see the other man makes him feel oddly...vulnerable, when he already was feeling that way from having to deal with this technology.

Ugh.]

I will have little issue avoiding their like. [He's always been skilled at being elusive, after all.] All the same, you have my thanks...

[He lets that hang in the air with a tilt of his head, so that the man might give him his name. You know, despite the fact he hasn't given his, but whatever.]

Oh, you are terribly welcome. And if that armorer doesn't work out... Well! I just may be of service. Come to the Nonah Community Theater if you find yourself in dire need. I'm there every day.

[Except when he isn't. Whatever. He was having fun.]

...Are you implying that you are an armorer of sorts?

[If so, why the hell did you suggest someone else? Well, he suppose he cannot blame him for avoiding work he may otherwise have no interest in. And if this is not a specialty of his, nor a pursued interest...]

I am not looking for a hobbyist.

Oh, Estinien!

[ Her smile greets him as she takes a break from her very newly-acquired part-time job at a petting zoo. She is wearing flannel, and her ears have a couple more piercings than when they'd last met. ]

[ Her expression turns apologetic. ]

Sorry to see they've dragged you along.

[Admittedly, this is not a response he was expecting, but it's a welcomed one. Even if he's...fairly certain this world does not need Yenh as much as theirs likely does. Hm.

Regardless, she's met with as much of a surprised expression Estinien is capable of, his eyebrows raising to obscurity behind his messy bangs.]

...I had not expected to see you, Warrior of Light.

[Didn't he just talk with her before he arrived here? Was she taken at the same time? But she looks, uh, settled and arguably comfortable, like she's long since arrived. Hm!!]

From the manner in which you speak, I would wager you have been here for some time? I know not how that could be possible...

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[ It doesn't surprise her to hear that, even if it is something she can't quite manage to wrap her head around. ]

Aye, the Porter doesn't care when it grabs you from. I've been present just over two moons. I presume that you've seen me more recently than that?

[The stare he offers her should be answer enough, but he does nod.]

Aye...we had parted ways after our meeting at the Rising Stones.

[He curiously tilts his head.]

That you would be here for two moons...'tis passing strange.

[Estinien's not a stupid man, but this is well beyond his ken.]

[ Yenh nods in confirmation. ]

That meeting was two moons ago for me. Urianger is present as well, and we found a similar effect.

[ She tries to find the words to explain, brows furrowing in effort. ]

The time isn't a forward march, but a... a vaguer thing than that. This is not my first encounter with this nonsense, but I'm no closer to explaining it, either.

That I'm not missed is all the news I need!

Hm.

[It's an non-committal sound as he thinks this over. It's a bit much, but there's no point in fighting what reality is proving itself to be. Which is frustrating and complex, but hey. That's just life BABEY.]

I suppose then we need not worry about our absence, if we are not truly gone.

[Which makes no sense to him, but he's not about to contemplate such. He'll leave that to those more skilled in such matters.]

How has your prolonged stay treated you? Have you found such a queer world difficult?

[Like how he is...he really ain't feeling the vibe here, that's for certain. He has to actively not think about the robots in his body...]

I've taken to daily life as well as one could hope. They've no work for adventurers, every native is a hyur, and there is nary any ambient aether to be found.

[ She waves her hand around, letting her hand rotate on her wrist to illustrate, presumably, aether. Off-camera, a goat bleats. ]

And if anyone possesses knowledge this star's deeper conspiracies, they've yet to bring me into their confidences on the matter. [ At this point in her career, it's weird. ] I am treated as spectacle, not a warrior.

[ Though she doesn't prefer being on Earth, she has made her peace with it. She is confused about the reasoning behind unleashing people like her and Estinien on the world as civilians. Or, well, people with any kind of skills and knowledge. ]

There's the odd rampaging machina or monster who pops up, but daily life is... peaceful. This is the second fiercest challenge of my typical day.

[ Yenh whirls the camera around to show a goat. Not a particularly nasty-looking goat, or large goat, or magical flaming goat. Just a dappled white-and-brown goat wearing an animal collar. It tries to headbutt the phone. Yenh dodges back. ]

You'll need to be faster than that, Clive.

[Estinien's listening, stony faced as usual, but when he hears a goat bleat, an eyebrow raises, yet he makes no comment. Though, as she continues, Estinien gives a solemn nod to the "spectacle, not a warrior" comment. Likewise he has suffered this, and it's irritating at best.

At the mention of the rampaging machina Estinien slightly scowls—monsters are fine enough, but he's dealt with enough machina back in Garlemald. It makes sense, this world overly relies on its machines, from what he can tell, doesn't mean he has to like it. But such thoughts are disrupted when the camera swings around to the goat. His expression shifts to that of surprise, but seeing the animal try to headbutt the phone makes him smile—small though it is.

Maybe a slight ping of nostalgia is affecting him. When he speaks, there's light amusement to his tone.]

I did not take you for a farm hand, Yenh. [With a light, amused huff, he shakes his head.] Anyroad, this star is strange indeed, even in its peace. Though, I suppose I cannot complain overmuch.

[After all, he was trying to chill back in Kugane when he got chased down by Tataru and Krile, forced onto that adventure. Maybe if he had Orn Khai here with him, he'd feel less shaken up with everything. What's a man to do without his dragon buddy?]

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[ Estinien's emotional arc to her rambling about the situation was very appreciated. ]

Nor can I. Though I remain vigilant, I confess that it has felt not unlike the vacation I am always being told to take.

[ Her smile returns, and she dodges Clive again. ]

I also teach unarmed self-defense classes— that's the one they assigned me. But I rather missed getting my hands dirty with beasts. [ And being randomly assaulted by them. ]

[Hey, the dude doesn't talk too much, gotta fill the void somehow.]

If any deserve rest, I would wager you would be at the top of the list. A blessing, though one fairly odd, perhaps.

...That is far better than mine own assignment. I will not entertain such folly.

They won't even try to force you to attend to your assignment. I recommend finding something else. Mayhap you could find work on a farm, too! Or mayhap there's another trade that would suit you...

[ She tries to think of what that might be, and gets distracted by simple curiosity. ]

Say, what do they want you to do?

Though twas not mine area of study if thou finds an armorer, I shalt happily impart what knowledge I recall of ancient methods and the aetheric profile of thine armor if it lays outside of the norm due to said methods of forging if thou wouldst permit such an inspection.

[While Estinien is far from familiar with Urianger in the way that scions and the Warrior of Light is, his manner of speech is certainly unique enough for him to get an inkling of who this might be.]

Aye, if I cannot find one personally familiar with such methods, it would do well to have your observing eye upon such proceedings.

[After all...this armor is not merely armor. It holds such great sentimental value. If anything were to go wrong, and it would be damaged beyond its intended use...]

[If there's one thing Urianger can't hide it's his way of speaking.]

If thou require other clothing I shalt gladly recommend a shop or two, though our passing was brief we art of a height last I recall and tis not a common one in this land.

If thou hath other questions I would gladly answer them, though some art better answered in person. At thine convenience of course.

Nay, I was fortunate enough that my change of attire was with me upon mine arrival.

[Which means he absolutely intends to just...rely on his armor, and his hobo traveling outfit. Yep. Who needs anything else? Not this guy!

And while he certainly prefers talking in person over this contraption, that requires him to, well, talk to someone in person. Honestly, he'd prefer to not have to do any talking if he didn't have to, but...]

...I do not suppose you are in Heropa.

Greetings, stranger!

[behold: a kind-faced girl with a brightness in her eyes that can only come from armor or sword talk.]

I bet you'll want to seek out Darin Altway for that kind of talk -- he's the most brilliant smith on this world. I can attest to that myself, considering the marvels he's crafted for me.

[He can tell by the look in her eye she's a fellow warrior, that sort of passion for weaponry is not one held by a simple hobbyist.]

Darin Altway? Perchance is that the forgemaster in Nonah the other man spoke of?

That has to be it. [nod.] I've not heard of anyone else taking up shop to compete yet...and I'm fairly sure Darin would've made quite the to-do about it if that were the case.

A man of pride then? One can only hope such pride begets not arrogance.

[This ain't just random armor, after all!]

[YEAH ABOUT THAT...]

He may be proud, but he is no fool. The forge is his passion, his calling. He treats every creation with the reverence it deserves.

Then I shall seek him out, witness his skill for myself.

[That seems like the end of it, after all, he's...not great for conversation. However, after a momentary pause, he adds:]

You are not quite like the others, you have a warrior's passion behind your eyes.

[Something forged from, well...experience on the battlefield. Not something any arrogant fool has merely for the sake of wanting glory.]

[she blinks, given pause by that.]

...I've seen battle many times before, yes. Even here. [...] But we've all worked very hard to ensure no one else will have to endure what we had to. My sword still fights to protect people, but I'll hope it never has to go back to war.

[He gives a solemn nod.]

A noble burden. [One he understands too well.] Too oft have I found warrior whelps eager to pick up the blade in selfsame and erroneous desire for conflict. 'Tis heartening to hear otherwise.

[There's the slightest ghost of a smile.]

Mayhap we might yet test our steel against one another.

[Look, he's not one for normal conversations, but he does enjoy sparring. That's a style of conversation he greatly enjoys. And this is about as close to an olive branch that he'll extend to someone.]

[her eyebrows raise.

spar?

SPAR???????????]

I am always eager to test my skills against other warriors. Please consider the offer already accepted!

[He raises his eyebrows well past his shaggy bangs at her enthusiasm. The surprise last only a moment, before his expression falls to something a bit more neutral, though a small smirk remains.]

Very well. Once mine armor has been tended to, then I shall test my lance against you, Lady...?

[He lets that hang there for a moment, hoping she'll give him her name.]

Lucina. [she nods politely. when she looks back up, she offers a broad smile.] And you're... [squints...at.......screen...................] Es...tibbean? Did I pronounce that correctly?

[He nods to her name, but when she goes to say his...his expression goes flat. He must have...typed that wrong. Give him a break, he's never typed on one of these before or ever, he barely likes to write.]

...Estinien.

[Gods, he hates this place.]

Oh-! [her mouth twitches, a little embarrassed. for whom? herself? him?? both????] Estinien it is, then. Well met!

When you do find your way to Darin's forge, you could mention I recommended you; he might strike a better deal for you that way. [that's compensation for the butchering of the name, right?]

[To that, he gives a shallow nod. Well met, indeed...even if it's a little embarrassing, but it's not matter if they ignore it.]

Aye, you have my thanks. 'Tis not oft such kindness is afforded betwixt strangers, glad am I for it.

[Eorzea can be pretty fucking rough, and that goes double for anywhere outside of it back home.]

A close friend of yours, I wager?

[Why else would someone give a better deal at the mere mention of a name?]

[with a nod:] Indeed, yes. One of the best I have here...one I've known for a long time now. He and I have been here for a few years now...as many others have. [she hesitates at that, uncertain, before quickly adding:] Not all stay for so long, though. So if you are anxious to see your homeland again, there is still a chance...

I'm pretty sure there are no dragons in this place.

'Tis good fortunate I seek not dragons.

Well, you mentioned you were looking for an armorer that knows how to do armors blessed by dragons and done with dragon fire... if you are looking for an armor like that, it will be hard to find.

...I see.

[He supposes he could have been more clear.]

Already do I have such armor, but even armor with powerful enchantments must needs repairing—I seek an armorer for their ability to do the very same. I seek not new armor.

OH. I see, that makes sense.

An armor made with dragon fire and blessed by dragons - how different is it from the usual armors?

Such blessing and specific forgery augments the wearers own abilities. The greater durability to the armor goes without saying.

[There's likely more to it than that, a far more in depth explanation, but he's a warrior, not a craftsman. Besides, those are the parts that matter to him.]

Just a word of advice, dearie--apart from that fellow that girl told you aboutie, you won't find a lot of blacksmiths around herie. Or people who know how to enchantie or craftie. So be extra-careful with your gearie.

[The sight of this...woman? gives him pause. She kind of reminds him of a Sylph, but at the same time...a lalafell, but not quite. Regardless, she's a strange sight, and stranger yet is how she talks.]

...I am nary the careless sort, but your warning has been heeded.

[CLOSE ENOUGH. she'll be happy to enlighten.]

You some kind of knightie? It seems like the Porter's grabbing up a lot of people who come from what people here would call old timies.

[ Shepard here knows how to maintain his own armor and could probably build one from scratch given enough time and trial and error. But he's not here to offer his services - he's no expert armorer. Instead, he just has some words of encouragement: ]

Hope you find somebody who can help you out. Can't be easy to be without armor if you're used to it.

[ His armor is in the background of the video feed, freshly repaired, oiled and strapped around an unseen mannequin. Who knows where he got that mannequin from. ]

[Estinien notices the armor immediately, and the way his gaze drifts from Shepherd to it is telling. But his attention goes back to Shepherd a moment later.]

You misunderstand, I have mine armor, but 'twould be a fool's endeavor to know not of those whom can endeavor to maintain it under the natural weathering it faces.

[A beat, as he pulls the camera back to show said armor.]

Indeed, a warrior such as I would feel near naked without mine armor, 'tis a blessing that was not the case.

Wow.

[ He can't help it - he's leaning closer to the camera to take a better look. ]

I can see why that might need regular maintenance. That's... incredible? I've never seen armor like it. What's it made out of? Other than forged in dragon flames, you said? Right?

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1st 🐉 Video; UN: Estibien (it's hard to type with gloves)

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RIP estibien

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