Ew, swimming. Fully dressed, no less, everything was going to be godsdamned soaked. At least he could say one thing about this though: he wasn't going to be the only miserable one here, if the splashing and shouting of others being unceremoniously tossed into a lake wasn't indication enough of that. Good. There's questions of course, oh he has questions right off the bat, as soon as he has a potion in him and his limbs start working correctly, and wonder of wonders he was even able to ask said potion profferer without being a complete tool about it.
Which was what led him to slogging his slushy, chilly, cranky way up that stairway, making it a point at that moment to utterly ignore the tiny little pitch black coeurl kitten bouncing along beside him, none the worse for the wear despite it's harrowing dip, unlike it's brand new cantankerous master. No, someone else was going to get harassed instead, that nasty mood had to go somewhere, and he wasn't one for stoically stewing. That would be much too convenient for everyone else.
"You'd think they'd be able to put a bloody lift out here or something. It's uncomfortable enough to get tossed in a frozen lake, now we're expected to drag our freezing carcasses up stairs." And trust him, he'd caught sight of that sandy hand extending from the wall to catch up anyone clumsy enough to nearly take a tumble off the side. "Let alone one riddled with code violations." Because that clearly matters, specifically now that he's being inconvenienced.
The Red Spring
Magic, sure, okay. He'd just watch for a time on the sidelines, apparently none too interested in trying out his own magic. At least not immediately, chances were pretty good he didn't actually believe anything he'd been told about being able to do magic. He didn't seem the least bit surprised to see everyone else around him casting spells, of course, it's not like he didn't think magic exists, that wasn't the issue. Instead he seemed content to vent the circumstances of that issue at the noisy kitten doing figure eights around his legs, occasionally trying to bound out into the training arena as if trying to coax him to follow along with it.
“Don't look at me like that, what do you expect me to do, hm? If you wanted a mage, you should have summoned a mage- I said stop it.” He'd awkwardly step around the little beast, gesturing sharply with one hand. “I can't use magic, that's physically imposs-” BANG.
And just like that, for the briefest moment, a brilliant blue bolt of lightning fired from his fingertips, grounding out in a little black pit. That seemed to snap him out of whatever tirade he was about to go on, yanking his smoking hand back down to stare at it for a long... long moment.
A shame no one here might know his face, but that smile starting to creep across it might just seem recklessly discomforting to a complete stranger as well. “... Well now.”
Pure of Heart
Pure of what? Forget it, he knows what leap of faith means. He'd seen plenty of people already make this jump. Well... as far as he was concerned, plenty enough people. Looked like they just stepped right the hell out onto the raging rapids. No, he might not know the precise design nor make of this odd bridge (and a shame for it, he'd much rather spend his time learning what made the invisible walkway work than cross it for a crystal), but he'd seen things much alike to it in Eorzea, didn't seem that complicated. He wasn't just going to stand here all damn day though and watch a bunch of other idiots wander across the invisible bridge. Pure of heart had to be a relative term, what was purity anyway, right?
… Well no, apparently it wasn't relative and there were actually hard and fast rules to heart purity who could have guessed not him, because he had straight up stepped off into the void and was now desperately clinging to the rocks in the rapids, cursing a blue streak as the coeurl kitten darted frantically about the rocks, howling it's little lungs out. Oops, not as kekaku.
Nero tol Scaeva | FFXIV
Ew, swimming. Fully dressed, no less, everything was going to be godsdamned soaked. At least he could say one thing about this though: he wasn't going to be the only miserable one here, if the splashing and shouting of others being unceremoniously tossed into a lake wasn't indication enough of that. Good. There's questions of course, oh he has questions right off the bat, as soon as he has a potion in him and his limbs start working correctly, and wonder of wonders he was even able to ask said potion profferer without being a complete tool about it.
Which was what led him to slogging his slushy, chilly, cranky way up that stairway, making it a point at that moment to utterly ignore the tiny little pitch black coeurl kitten bouncing along beside him, none the worse for the wear despite it's harrowing dip, unlike it's brand new cantankerous master. No, someone else was going to get harassed instead, that nasty mood had to go somewhere, and he wasn't one for stoically stewing. That would be much too convenient for everyone else.
"You'd think they'd be able to put a bloody lift out here or something. It's uncomfortable enough to get tossed in a frozen lake, now we're expected to drag our freezing carcasses up stairs." And trust him, he'd caught sight of that sandy hand extending from the wall to catch up anyone clumsy enough to nearly take a tumble off the side. "Let alone one riddled with code violations." Because that clearly matters, specifically now that he's being inconvenienced.
Magic, sure, okay. He'd just watch for a time on the sidelines, apparently none too interested in trying out his own magic. At least not immediately, chances were pretty good he didn't actually believe anything he'd been told about being able to do magic. He didn't seem the least bit surprised to see everyone else around him casting spells, of course, it's not like he didn't think magic exists, that wasn't the issue. Instead he seemed content to vent the circumstances of that issue at the noisy kitten doing figure eights around his legs, occasionally trying to bound out into the training arena as if trying to coax him to follow along with it.
“Don't look at me like that, what do you expect me to do, hm? If you wanted a mage, you should have summoned a mage- I said stop it.” He'd awkwardly step around the little beast, gesturing sharply with one hand. “I can't use magic, that's physically imposs-” BANG.
And just like that, for the briefest moment, a brilliant blue bolt of lightning fired from his fingertips, grounding out in a little black pit. That seemed to snap him out of whatever tirade he was about to go on, yanking his smoking hand back down to stare at it for a long... long moment.
A shame no one here might know his face, but that smile starting to creep across it might just seem recklessly discomforting to a complete stranger as well. “... Well now.”
Pure of what? Forget it, he knows what leap of faith means. He'd seen plenty of people already make this jump. Well... as far as he was concerned, plenty enough people. Looked like they just stepped right the hell out onto the raging rapids. No, he might not know the precise design nor make of this odd bridge (and a shame for it, he'd much rather spend his time learning what made the invisible walkway work than cross it for a crystal), but he'd seen things much alike to it in Eorzea, didn't seem that complicated. He wasn't just going to stand here all damn day though and watch a bunch of other idiots wander across the invisible bridge. Pure of heart had to be a relative term, what was purity anyway, right?
… Well no, apparently it wasn't relative and there were actually hard and fast rules to heart purity who could have guessed not him, because he had straight up stepped off into the void and was now desperately clinging to the rocks in the rapids, cursing a blue streak as the coeurl kitten darted frantically about the rocks, howling it's little lungs out. Oops, not as kekaku.